EVER SO SLOWLY
by Gwenette Writer
it falls
it falls away it falls through me
it crawls thru the very walls of my cells
in stasis it pulses
the life of me
it is the life of me
it drenches my bones
my muscles push
and it drips through my skin
the life of me
it is
this
water
I AM
this water
more so than sunlight
more so than soul
water is everywhere
within me
so I seek it . . .
to submerge
I submit to my thirst
and drink deeply
stay satiated
stay wet
. . . my body cries out
my mouth is parched
my bones are brittle
my muscles are still
my skin hangs
the life of me
has run dry
the earth is parched
the sky is empty
and I am
dying of thirst
There are no lakes
the rivers fill the seas
with filth
and we walk
for miles to waterless wells
what has become of
the life of me
the waters of my birth
the water that is
my wealth
had I only known
to treasure every drop
to keep the house of my earth clean
to save what I threw away
to share what I had
perhaps this desert
is a dream
and I will awaken
to a refreshing drink
and sip it slowly
ever
so
slowly
I am no poet. So I could not do better.
That said, i always have an opinion….
I think this is kind of an overly-dramatic and cliche-ridden poem.
It seems to me that this is what its kinda saying (but in more in a talking-about-life-itself way, not a Damn-I-Miss-That-Babe kinda way.)
am I being to harsh?
Left by jvanb on May 9th, 2008