Sitting there pensively upon a wooden chair Quickly losing lucidity as another glassful disappears Yet it isn't of a content not even seven proof Seemingly spiritless, simple H two O Reasoning like itself, very, very clear Imagining it with voice hearing it speak realms Swallowing deeply envisioning the king Drinking equally from a magnificent jewelled stein While down at his side a tattered vagrant dog Lapping wildly from a murky rain filled puddle A day before seeing it stagnate in a recess A crack in the pavement deep down below my feet Then, high above me, in the majesty of clouds Shadowing my tiny, insignificant self Reverential eye wide awe as it kindly extinguished The consuming devastation that fire seemed to thrive on. Spinal shudders ran as it bore another plague Fiendishly through weary, filth filled gutters Overwhelming joy as it saved the dying man Desiccating in the indifferent desert sun Hateful tears as it stole a desperate child’s breath Fearful and kicking among its darkened depths Still sitting quietly, with another glass Maybe lost in admiration, possibly disgust 97©Aaron...
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem for a Poetry Class in London, England where
we were expected to describe water. Something which I found
entirely frustrating until I changed the perspective, then it
almost became a revelation...(well, at least I'd like to think
it's close to some greater perception)
Aaron...
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