If the lovely breeze had a name
we could drift together as two dandelion wishes
floating wanton on foamy winds.
If the river were rolling, gently
we could slide in and swim
for hours, without rushing
and love is like that.
Love is like still water
standing so deep in a vessel
yet so easily broken upon the smallest of stones;
scattered, and yet-
from this another river begins
(as you begin)
How lovely if you had a name
I would call out to you
and I would hear your reply as
the wind blowing, the water rushing
and not your echoes
as you trickled across so many small, jagged stones
Author notes
Written April 20th, 2006
A contest entry
- Goddess of Rain Contest by Ted E Bare.
300 points, ended July 19, 2007, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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A lovely story line to use love metaphorically by your descriptive caption of water. I want to thank you for entering my "Goddess of Rain" contest.
Ted E -
awesome
amazing. such imagery. the words were cool and the meaning was great. you probably put a lot of time into it and it shows. very, very good poem. thanks for entering and good luck!! -
Thank you kindly
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This is an interesting poem. There are two images side by side. I see a river and the wind communicating with each other, but at the same time there is a love relationship going on. You have beautifully mixed these images together in one poem. Very well done.
Anna.
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