Today is a carbon copy of yesterday
and the days that preceded it.
a sombre sky and continuous rain
that drizzles down the window pane,
here in my underground room
with it,s panorama of pavestones and footprints.
and to crown it all the city road workers have
capped a cable. leaving me without TV,
phone or internet.
cut off from the outside world.
i,m drowning on my sofa
with a pen and notepad,
sherlock holmes frown on my face
searching the muse for a clue.
not wanting to write about the weather.
while unconsciously scribbling on my notepad.
firstly rain, heavy strokes, water and waves.
a drowning man (me)
then i draw a boat with a little cabin on top.
some animals, and the skipper standing at the helm.
i draw his arms, raised to the sky,
as if he’s waving to me in the water.
then i suddenly remember,
only couples are allowed to board the boat.
quickly i scribble a woman, drowning at my side
before noah and the boat, disappear into the horizon
between the pages.
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Submission Name: Drowning in the Basement
