Living Waters
Floating under
The calm sullen moon,
Washed ashore
Shuffling feet
Of shackled
Ignorance.
I am the splash
On walls...
~Crash~
The sound of
Thunderbolts
Striking heritage
In the balding
Areas of change.
I am flowing ripples,
An endless whip
In current’s past-
Flooding the evolution
Of my destiny.
A contest entry
- the river of life... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended October 5, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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this was so sad-made me see images I wish I couldn't. This was strong and powerful and seemed highly personal, I feel a little guilty for reading now..very thought provoking write. peace
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The immageries to depict the prpomt here are very strong and bringing the effective impact of this poetry..well done...
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