Single drop

Drop of water, dripping down
A puddle forms slowly, the crimson drips slowly
Swirling in and out of the water, mixing itself

A new color to be added
Slowly growing bigger and bigger, vision is slowly going
Till there's no more to drip

Gone from this world
No one will notice the crimson flowing

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked this poem. In the crimson light. We can see little worthwhile. I liked the honest thoughts and I believe you are right. Few will miss us when we are gone. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

This feels like, no one notices the suffering we endure... even as it consumes our spirit. Well done.

[barleygirl]

Your poem speaks to me of the way that the constant entropy of everything becoming mixed & blended in life (& in the world) might be like mixing clear water with some red substance (possibly representing life). It swirls, constantly intermixing, sometimes getting closer to "clear" & other times getting closer to being taken over by the redness (((HUGS)))

[dw817]

I'm not sure if this is an open wound or a long standing one. It's clear it's of pain and numbness. However I think people do notice. If someone is hurting, others do tend to know.

So, yes, others would notice the crimson flowing. At least I would given a chance.

Nicely worded, Nomo.

Rating: 100/100