Water
Everything I love turns to water
I've tried to hold it in my hands
but it trickles through my fingers just like water
All I've ever thirsted for is water
but its a babbling brook that I don't understand
It cackles as it courses through my fingers
I'm left with just a dampness on my hands
Everything reflects upon the water
Everythings an image in this pool
To reach for such an image is your folly
The image becomes a ripple
and you a fool
Its only water
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Oh My Soul | 2 | 06/30/2010 |
| Higher Power | 2 | 06/29/2010 |
| Thinner | 4 | 06/29/2010 |
| The Beast | 2 | 06/29/2010 |
| The Spike | 2 | 06/29/2010 |
| Big Fish | 2 | 06/28/2010 |
| Three Day Night | 2 | 06/25/2010 |
| The Drink | 1 | 06/24/2010 |
| The Hit | 1 | 06/24/2010 |
| clubbin' | 0 | 06/24/2010 |
| grateful | 0 | 06/24/2010 |
| Water | 0 | 06/03/2009 |
| a faded Rose | 0 | 06/03/2009 |
| parade | 1 | 06/01/2009 |
| moth to a flame | 1 | 06/01/2009 |
| fisher of men | 3 | 06/01/2009 |
| good natured sin | 1 | 05/31/2009 |
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