Stoep in Rain

Here is my attempt at concrete poetry from many moons ago. I thought it was quite clever at the time. I share it here as an addition to my African tale, as it was written in Port St Johns, South Africa. I  will also include it over at Jingle's to see if anyone appreciates my whimsy at Jingle's Poet's Rally. I will transliterate below;

Green, leafy

STOEP in RAIN.

Pine tree Sprinkled

with moisture

D

   O

      W

          N

at the 

Beach.

Grey clouds

Sque tears ezing

on

ME.

Wet F o o t p r i n t s

Trace 

THE PATH

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The Toilet Bowl

I spent a lot of time thinking and creativity came back to me a spell while in this tranquil locale. I would suggest it in a heart beat for anyone wishing to travel in a quiet kind of way with nature on your doorstep and all around.