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The Tap

Transparent I transcend As a drip or droplet Into the bassinette’s bowl I bounce A spit, splatter or splash All rains down To ripple and rise Confined and contained Constantly until I reach the rim Where I run, rushing over freely Away to depths, and distances unknown (c) Anna-Marie Docherty Pembrokeshire, Wales

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Tony Devers

Date: 3/9/2017 4:56:00 AM

Beautiful and vivid. Water is the stuff of life (and there's no shortage of it in Wales, eh?).

Anna-Marie Docherty
Date: 3/9/2017 10:08:00 AM

Thanks for coming by Tony it's good to see you here. Oh yes, never short of the wet stuff here - still we can't do without it!

Roy Pett

Date: 3/9/2017 4:50:00 AM

Really like this well written poem Anna-Marie, a joy to read, Roy.

Anna-Marie Docherty
Date: 3/9/2017 10:09:00 AM

Hi Roy, thank you for such a lovely comment I'm glad you enjoyed your visit today and hope to see you again soon. Stay dry!