We’ve had no water in our well,
it’s been bone dry for far too long.
Until something someone said
Or maybe what I felt or read
Like tiny water drops conspiring
To gather all together in a mob
So slow I barely noticed it at first,
the presentiment of a coming storm.
Swelling slowly, unconscious sensation
of flooding, rushing tensely through my mind
until it reaches where the canyon spirit narrows.
Words tumble back and forth into the rapids
and flood the dry plain with that fulsome richness
that makes me finally settle down and write;
words tearing away the soil and the big rocks
pushing against the levees
tapping fingers against the dikes
flooding the page with poetry!
A contest entry
- Take Me Somewhere We Can Be Alone... by ShatterglassSecret.
1700 points, ended December 13, 2008, 23 entries
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Very well done, my best wishes.
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Great metaphor(:
I can see where you're coming from.
Nice piece.
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EXCELLENT
words tearing away the soil and the big rocks
pushing against the levees
tapping fingers against the dikes
flooding the page with poetry!
very apt description of the feeling when the words just come pouring out
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I had a li'l pc trouble and wasn't able to add these...
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Words tumble back and forth into the rapids
and flood the dry plain with that fulsome richness
love these lines as well.
the fluidity of your thoughts flowed so well...and water is definitely your element
thank you for sharing this.
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Words tumble back and forth into the rapids
and flood the dry plain with that fulsome richness
that makes me finally settle down and write;
LOVE the imagery and metaphor.
amazing write.
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the water metaphor is multi-faceted, a great thing to focus on when you write. i love the way you incorporated it here. your descriptive language, "swelling", "flooding", "tumble" are all great allusions to the concept. thank you for your strong entry.
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