Finding neither time nor place

A small poem

Finding neither time nor place
Allotted for my childish ways,
I dabble tired feet in verse,
Collecting in a broken cup
The running waters of a careless creek,
And offer to the goddess up
Not minding where the waters leak.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Lexi]

I really enjoyed this and the beginning most definitely was my favorite. The only thing I'd have to say is that by the end of the poem I was a little lost, like I felt the emotion in it but the point didn't quite carry through to the end. It's a very good read :)

[Kåre Gamlemshaug]

Thank you for those kind words, and a very constructive review. I agree that the ending is a bit obscure. I will consider changing it, if it can be done without ruining the emotion. I already feel I have benefited from sharing my poem! Thanks again :-)