#NapoWrimo2025
#ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour
#Day5
At first, there is dryness.
Sponge like clouds
have sucked away the moisture
that churns with the mud
and sets my soul adrift.
So I pull out a rake
and scrape the dry surface.
The breeze lifts the dust
and clears a patch
that needs to be dug.
It’s now become an
elixir of sorts – a catharsis.
Slowly, a word arises.
I poke and dig as deep as I can.
More follow
and the white sheet I
laid out is soaked.
I step back and watch
what’s happened.
A bit of my soul
has emerged
and is nestling between words.
A poem has found its way out again.
My heart feels light once more.
©JAYA PILLAI
Image : J Weisner (Unsplash)
