A Single Drop Poem by Vanessa Kingsley

A single dropp as red as rose, is lying on the ground.
It stains the earth it’s fallen on and scatters all around
A few more slowly drip away and swirl in a sleepy haze.
It’s silently putting all into a sort of daze.

A single dropp that’s clear and blue slips down and then it falls.
Through the air and gaining speed that sadly betrays us all.
It’s followed rather hastily of others of its kind.
I wonder when they will all stop and who is left behind.

A dropp of chilling ivory is falling through the sky.
The thing I’ve come to see and think is these drops somehow fly.
They have to fall through space and time to get to where they are.
They lay there sprawled against our world; so close but yet so far.

Sadly we all sit and think of drops we’ve all let fall.
Some say that it may hold the darkest truth of all.
So more drops we shall continue to shed before the night is done.
But just because we shed these drops it doesn’t mean we’ve won.

Things we do not have to shed are being shed no less.
It’s odd because we find we are a silent crying guest.
Strangers to the truth inside these things they seem to make sense.
But the thing that’s holding all of us back is that giant picket fence.