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.


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
Senior Solutions Architect

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