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
Solutions Architect
I teach people how to see the matrix metrics.
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