Finding The Rain
When I took the form of a horse,
You chose the shape of a plank of ice,
And together we bridged the chasm
To bring enlightenment to the people.
When I took the form of an otter,
You chose the shape of a river
And together we wound through the country
And solved its many mysteries.
When I took the form of a sheep,
You chose the shape of a snowdrift
And together we existed in silence
As danger passed us by.
When I took the form of a lion,
You chose the shape of a mist
And disappeared on the bitter wind.
Now I prowl the parched savannah
And at last I am beginning to remember
How to hunt on my own.
Poetry Month 2018
I’ve resolved a few times to write a poem a day during the month of April, and I actually succeeded once. I’m again trying it out. No idea what each day will bring. Some light verse, some politics, some “oh shit I didn’t write anything today” haikus. If you read one and feel moved to comment, please do. If you want to share your poetry, please share!
PS: Today’s poem prompt just happened by chance