Broken Water Faucet
Broken Water Faucet
©2017by Susie Krauter
A poem written for children to demonstrate personification
My cold silvery shiny metal
handle no longer moves
to the top of the top
or to the bottom of the bottom
I can hear the sound of my constant
dripping; the soft edges of each dreaded
drip and then
drop of each
water droplet falling
cascading, diving
to the metal sink below
reaching
their
end
or
is it the beginning
of a long journey
Each water droplet changing shape,
plummeting, splattering
against the cold metal sink below
screaming out
suddenly freeing itself from
my almost tight grasp;
I was trying so hard to hold on
Yet, slipping away beneath me
a waterslide of whimsy
quickly catching the downward motion
slurring; stirring; whirring, sucked beneath
Down through the metal pipes
into the joyous choir
the happy party
singing voices of like-minded look-alikes
rushing river
together
beneath the city
delightful, peaceful, happy
Oh water droplet, take me with you
Left behind;
alas,
I shall stay
here
broken
Beneath the closed curtain
the dark night blocking out
my window to
sun and moon;
day and night,
I cannot hold you back,
I am forced to let you go;
I cannot
Go
With
You
Curtain raising
Sunshine
Morning
the voices of children
the clanging of licked spoons against near empty cereal bowls
reverberating against the steel sink below
Bright round sparkling eyes of the child
whose hand is
reaching
for
me…
I will fill your glass child;
I will fill your glass.
Copyright © Susan Krauter | Year Posted 2017
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