When it rains in the bowl

A poem



    It rains in a large bowl,
    Meters wide.
    Drops pour heavy in the bowl.
    It tilts, threatens to fall.

    Blue, clear water drops,
    overflow as I hold the bowl over my head,
    arms stretched as straight as I can.

    A hole opens in the bowl between my hands.
    Water gushes out,
    my face is getting wet now.
    The water drops keep coming.



Commentary

This is a poetic rendering of a dream I had. I like that it contains a simple feeling represented with a visual (bowl filling with water, held up with extended arms) and sensory (weight, water on the face) metaphor.

Alexandre de Verteuil
Alexandre de Verteuil
Solutions Architect

I teach people how to see the matrix metrics.
Monkeys and sunsets make me happy.

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