Ask the Bucket
Ask the bucket what it knows;
Ask the water where it flows.
Call the fish forth from the stream;
Call the widow from her dream.
Tap the teapot, swirl the tea;
Tap the night dreams, flowing free.
Wash the dishes, light the lamp;
Wash your face, but leave it damp.
Climb the stairs up to the roof,
Climb, because you need no proof
That your life’s about to end—
Ah, I wish you well, my friend!
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Posted on September 23, 2018, in Poetry Pantry, Poets United, Rhyming poetry, Sunday's Whirligig and tagged ask, bucket, call, dishes, dream, fish, lamp, night, roof, swirl, tap, water. Bookmark the permalink. 23 Comments.