-- Drought --

JamalJamal Posts: 2,115
The tears I’ve cried
encrust my eyes
My dream in words
lost all its worth

Soaked up all it used to be
there’s nothing but a riverbank
where we wallow in delusion
perhaps our only disillusion

A dry canal
no longer moist
the soil has cracked
its fleet has sunk

Run along
Don’t drain my blood
Don’t stain my being
Please, run along



Please Comment On This ... I'm not really sure about this one
but it's the first one after a long period of writer's block
Surf little waves big... Charge big waves hard

- Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
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Comments

  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    it is well done.
    i enjoy the entire piece.
    every line you wrote is worth reading.
    and writers block is a definite pain.
    all bottled up and lost.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • deadnotedeadnote Posts: 1,678
    nice poem to everyone and thanks as well
    set your laughter free

    dreamer in my dream

    we got the guns

    i love you,but im..............callin out.........callin out
  • Obi OnceObi Once Posts: 918
    Nice analogy and perspective on how things change over time.
    your light's reflected now
  • JamalJamal Posts: 2,115
    Thanks for your kind words, guys
    Surf little waves big... Charge big waves hard

    - Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
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