Life in a cabin has caused less internet access and so less poetry here. I’m going to try a bit of catch up now with the dVerse Quadrille series, namely numbers #57 (Rain) and #58 (Cobble)
Two poems here then. Enjoy
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does the time know what is is
or that it cycles around us in never
decreasing circles
does it understand the tick and tock
does it stop to feel the air blowing
about it’s moustached ‘ten to ten’ face
or notice the dripping rainfall
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if i were a cobble
i’d stand out
and trip you up
if i were a tree
my roots would
stick their legs out
just to make sure
you were paying
attention
if i were a human
i’d love you until
stone became sand
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Paul Scribbles 
The quadrilles are great when read separately and they can be read together – I see and hear cobbles in the rain!
I love how the rain doesn’t appear until the end of the first quadrille, which has us looking at the clock and its moustached ‘ten to ten’ face – what a wonderful image! I also love the cheekiness of the Scribbles cobble waiting to trip me up! And what a gorgeous ending!
Both so lovely, Paul. Don’t forget to link up to Mr. Linky. (You come to my email inbox.) Like Kim, I like the way these read together. 🙂