Well

A poem to describe what comes to mind when you say the word ... Well.

Wheee splosh, whoa, that was deep.

Couldn't see the bottom, but I know it's there.

Which leads me to think of another unfathomable well, a man as deep as you need him to be, and me ... well ??

There's a tale of a well where he sat, as well.

And a woman that came to draw. Pencil and board I think not, but, well. She had a few things that were, well, what shall we say ... questionable, but he didn't, straight to the point, he knew her deep down and he offered her water not from that, wheee splosh, but from the one that never runs dry, living, loving ...  well, what can I say.

© 2025   Barry Wadhams