Sonny Rainshine


The Well-Digger - Poem by Sonny Rainshine

This drought of serendipity,
famine of the heart,
this dry spell.

This caesura
of expectation.

The well-digger knows
where ice-cold springs
are buried.

The well-digger knows
where to look
for things that flow.

The well-digger
has grown old
and has forgotten where
the water runs,
where the water runs.


Comments about The Well-Digger by Sonny Rainshine

  • Rookie Bobby Hamby (5/4/2006 7:58:00 PM)

    feels like a revival
    of creative critical thought
    i enjoyed it much (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 7, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, April 7, 2006


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