We spend our time trying to fill the gaps in our lives and in ourselves; and despair that we will ever be satisfied.
We work against powerful tides trying to make an island for ourselves.
We reach for what will keep us afloat; I believe one day we'll all do it...
Thirsty
Waters
There
are rivers in me
That
flow and flow
I
don't know where.
They
go their own ways;
I lose
sight of them.
Want
to fill themselves with experience.
Living
puts salt and sugar in them.
Strange
fish begin to grow.
And
the waters bathe me clean.
I
drink out of the thirsty water.
They
teach me to swim
I'll
float
Not drown
In
the thirst of my waters.
Laura Colville
3 comments:
A very inciteful analysis of our lockdown status Laura. Love the poem.
Thanks for this Laura. I found your prose introduction quite as poetic and compelling as your poem. Some of the imagery in the latter is quite startling, especially the couplet: "Living puts salt and sugar in them. Strange fish begin to grow." I like the sense of accommodation and acceptance that closes out the poem, the wisdom of going with the flow.
Interesting poem and interesting picture.
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