Song of the Water Spirit
By Yutka
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Not the raging sea or a turbid heart-
I give you a shimmering river
where reeds ooze bells of rain,
their crystals promise light,
heal your hands carrying years
of yearning and offerings.
The moon, wrapped in a shroud,
has her reflections
shiver with grief, when I plant shadows
and fill the baskets with silvery fish,
as the pebbles groan in a vale of tears.
I lend you starlight
to reach the ocean, build
a lighthouse from oyster shells
out of the integrity of water
to fathom the ebbing and flowing sea.
For death is a strange world,
that enchants the young
with its hidden door.
Bells of the dead are ringing
vibrate in your blood, drown your dreams –
Listen how the tears rain down
onto a twilight world.
I let you sink to the bottom,
bear the burden with all human beings,
infuse new life, and open the door for you
to enter night, stars, moon …
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lovely
like this very much....
"I plant shadows
and fill the baskets with silvery fish,
as the pebbles groan in a vale of tears.
I lend you starlight"
you can lend me starlight anytime :)
maisie Guess what? I'm still alive!
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I really enjoyed reading and
I really enjoyed reading and thank you for sharing.
Jenny.
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Not the raging sea of a
Not the raging sea or a turbid heart... One of the best opening lines I have read in a while. The poem that follows is wonderful. Congratulations, this our Facebook/Twitter pick for today. If you enjoyed Yutka's beautiful poem, please give it a like and share or a retweet.
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Fantastic. The detail is so
Fantastic. The detail is so vivid and it really has a pull/flow that draws the reader.
And groaning pebbles... Yes! They do!
Parson Thru
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Very beautiful. :)
Very beautiful. :)
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