Monday, 15 August 2011

Burst Pipe

I've been inspired lately about everything seemingly insignificant in my everyday life, realising that nothing, is truly insignificant after all. This is possibly one of the most annoying events of the day for me, but when I reflect upon it afterwards I have to question why. So here it is, the poem of the day:

Burst pipe


No longer can I keep it in

That liquid in between

Pipes so coarse and cold

And thin, yet who tear at

Frown and grin.


Sitting on the bathroom

Wall, covered with paint

Why not dirt at all?

Is this why you weep?

As one roughly sweeps-

Your pipes shut once more?

1 comment:

  1. Nice work! I like the addition of the pic.