a lone saucer sits in the open.
clean.
unblemished.
empty.
it waits, hungerly, for the minds of
fate to chance. waiting for the clouds
to gather. to be inspired.
heavy, pregnant.
without warning, it comes.
the sky opens up, split open by
thunder and lightning. first,
tentative
drops
fall.
the first drop lands in the saucer.
eager, encouraged, it longs for more
drops grow, grow, grow into a torrent.
catching all the rain that falls,
by chance,
its way.
it spills over.
gradually it eases, and stops.
sol now dares to peak between
the exhausted clouds.
it is time.
c'mon!
pick up the now full saucer.
be careful!
we must
All Creatures Great and Small by bl148, literature
Literature
All Creatures Great and Small
One blust'ry mid-autumn afternoon,
Warm auburn sunbeams bright'ning my face,
I espied a lethargic snail, a gentle soul.
No thought of mal-doing could ever pass
Through his poo-brown head.
(Such cute squishy-feelie-thingies)
He was squirming across the mottled road,
On which wilder, scarier creatures roamed.
Slow and patient, careful and diligent,
With Herculean effort he tried to cross it,
Perhaps to pastures greener, less brown.
(Tiny body, giant dreams)
So I, wide-eyed, red-cheeked with excitement,
Decided to help him in his Odyssey.
Extending a hand I carried him to a better place.
All the way my child-like heart ba-bup'd
Masons, craftsmen and artisans too,
Deftly lay brick, stone, veneer,
Penning hammer, chisel and file to
Lovingly restore
These hallowed halls,
Citadels of learning and
Bastions of culture,
Revered for their age and wisdom.
Ranks of luminaries, revolutionaries
Bred, incubated and hatched 'neath the
Hoary arches that creak,
Sigh with each passing season.
Now in the age when
On eloquence we trampled,
Wit scorned and
Reason as chaff to wind,
We resurrect our stone-faced masters'
Former glory, while the new sun
Burns, the harbinger of change.
But in vain.
Because it was never the
Towers, arches and spires
That whence the
Wis