That I had seen it with my eyes,
Heard it with my ears ,
And tasted it with my tongue,
But I had also
Kissed it with my lips,And dipped my fingers in
Its dark, thick ink
Knuckle deep
Watching as the dripping tap turns into
An open faucetToo afraid to try my hand at plumbing
Yet, with all the scrubbing and cleansing
The stains would not come off.----
October Poetry: in the style of April Poetry (U.S. National Poetry Month),U.K’s poetry month is October.Personal Mission: 31 days, 31 poems.
Challenge Accepted.
Link to others: http://sarahkasm.tumblr.com/october-poetry-2012