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The Soul in Water
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The Soul in Water |
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elfin_tigress Member
since 2002-05-15
Posts 101Someplace |
A shallow puddle in the sand a perfect mirror of the sea her nightmare so personified more filthy than a dream could be A fool -- I could reach forth my hand I touch the deadly pool I see and now I know why oceans cried -- This pool is not their dream -- It's me Who am I? I thought I knew Now I'm not sure Who am I? I'm poison blue Who has the cure? Who am I? I beg of you I plead with you I fall down on my knees I am at your mercies Tell me please! Who am I? Am I just another animal in this dreaming sea? Each creature has a puddle here the dreamlike desert by the sea Each one diff'rent -- each one the same Each person's pool connects to he whose body is illusion mere whose soul in water ever be To some no poison makes its claim Advice and fog are what I see I ask in vain if someone knows if any creature holds the key The box of clouds with healing rain release the antidote -- we're free No -- most choose to go with the flows There are no keys -- we need no key I roar and claw my pond in vain and despair fills my poison sea How can I? I thought I knew Now I'm not sure How can I? From poison blue Spring water pure How can I? I don't know who I beg of you How can I see what no one sees? I'm begging on my knees Tell me please! How can I? Or will I always remain poisoned and untolerated? Then when I'm at the point to die The poison pool -- worms' meat of me Another soul speaks -- Come my friend A cool breeze o'er my bitter sea Who are you and who am I A panther and a man are me Sir -- Why my mind you wish to bend when none can stand me -- even me Hush sweet Tigress and hear me through Your soul does not mean death -- says he Your puddle sea like all for sure but greater things in you I see This thirst for cure is beneath you Drink what you have and you will see no bound'ries -- This desert impure keeps you from a great destiny Now drink I drink It stings It is bitter My eyes lift. I see myself--reflection clear. I see him: a friend, a man. He bows his head. "You listened." "Yes," I sigh. "Let me show you your real place," he says. He brings me and that pool's still mine and so we walk into the sea My poison sits in water pure and now this sea... is me The deepest ocean in the sand a perfect mirror of this me my womanhood personified and now I can see -- I am me |
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Ivy Rose Senior Member
since 2001-12-29
Posts 1300MA, USA |
Magnificent piece!!!! I love the way you wove the same theme throughout and personified the sea as you...as your womanhood. ***Ivy Rose |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Excellent metaphorical use of the sea and this was truly one of the most magnificent pieces that I have had the pleasure of reading. Thank you for a jewel for my box of treasures. This is lovely and thanks for sharing it. Hugs. If I have touched one heart through my words, then I have acheived my dream... |
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