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Always Dripping | Poem

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Drip.
Drip.
Drip.

Always. 
Drip, drip, drip.

Kevin sits curled,
head covered.
The sounds echo.

Drip.
Drip.
Drip.

Winds howl.
Bats screech.
And always...
drip, drip, drip.

Stalagmites. Or stalactites? 
His mind tries to focus
on anything other than 
the dreary now.

Does anyone miss him?
Does anyone care?

They should.

It'd make the news.
"Field trip cave-in,"
Kevin's mind wanders.
Anything to escape the
drip,
drip,
drip.

Should have stayed with the group.
Couldn't.
The bullies push and shove.
The never-ending laughter.
Always the laughter.
Like water.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Should have stayed.
Would be safe.
The rescuers come for them.
Not him.

Drip, drip, drip.
The sound still mocks.

Kevin curls further in.
No one misses him.

Drip, drip--

Kevin unfolds.
That horrid sound...
Quiet.

A new sound.

Digging!

The rock breaks!
A figure appears!

Kevin knows that cape and howl.
Dogboy.

A friendly paw helps him stand.
Safe arms hold him well.
A single step, the boy is safe.
Parents greet with warm love.

The job is done,
all are found--
thanks to the Heroic Hound.

Until the next wormhole…thanks for reading.

Copyright 2020 Joe Rover

All rights reserved.

It was a dingy, stormy day; the kind of day that makes everything seem black and white. Johnny Blewz played his sax over the radio filling my office with jazz music.

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Rescue | Poem

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Down, down
into the icy dark.
Crystalline beads on skin form.

Above me, entrance,
and exit,
closed tight.

A crack brought me here
to this watery tomb.
Had I listened to friends and signs,
I might still in sun reside.

The numbness grows,
my sight fades.
The last of air drains away.

Why'd I stray?
Was it to impress new peers?
Or to earn a kiss from Suzie Dear?

The cause is small in the abyss.

I feel my heart slow.
Now, I fear, it's time to...
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…

Noise and clatter
wake my gray matter.
A room, white and bright;
someone yells, "Fight! Fight!"

Beeping and hissing are far at first.
Is this my fate or a curse?

No, no. Not Judgement Day.
A hospital is where I lay.

Safe and warm, my eyelids close.
Rescued at last, now I doze.

Copyright Joe Rover 2020 

All rights reserved.

Until the next wormhole…thanks for reading.