The Waters Will Come Again

We change without our consent.

When the waters come

rushing and swift

They breach the bridge and every ridge.  

 

They strike in dark and ruthless whorls 

Great farms and fields

caught in their swirls.

No horses dare to cross the spate

Nor mammoths stand

with all their weight. 

Not even mountains,

hold their ground.

Such is the flow and so profound.

I watch myself 

Being torn from me 

As if a pulled, uprooted tree.

All that I built, carried away

Feelings and names 

That once held sway.

I hold on desperately

And tight

The water pulls with all its might.

The heart that used to 

once be mine 

Washed far and out with fallen pines. 

Inside my flesh, 

Though I’m still me

A different sea pours into me. 

Erasing things, I thought would last 

The waters took them 

Oh so fast.

Strangely, the waters 

leave no pain

I know they will return again.

 

 ~~~~~

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. Your comments are welcome.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I think the waters alluded to in this offering are a metaphor for levels of consciousness. The early lines could stand for geological phenomena, but then we come to "I watch myself/ Being torn from me/As if a pulled, uprooted tree." From there on out, it is clear we are talking about a psychological upheaval which results in profound changes in awareness. At the end, the speaker tells us that although there is no pain now, the "waters" will certainly return. That's the way it is with chronic mental illness.

[DIVYA]

Thank you so much John. Indeed, an internal upheaval. I think we keep getting overhauled within, every now and then. I appreciate it your review so much.

[Betty Hermelee]

Great write dear Divya...we cannot change nature... and we cannot really change ourselves... at times...we are who we are, despite the pain inside and out; we lose control....sometimes we do feel "uprooted" in our soul....yet that may pass as the storm passes...the mud pulls us off track, but then we manage to move on and see the light...the rain and storm will uproot us again and again "strangely, the waters leave no pain"....
Excellent!
Warmly, B xoxo

[DIVYA]

Thank you so much, dear Betty. Your thoughts resonate very much with me today. Its been raining here non-stop for days and we're just waiting for it to pass.

I hope you're having a lovely day, my friend.

[Vol]

Divya,
Imagine this... me sitting in my chair, monitor and keyboard at hand to do a few reviews and find "The Waters Will Come Again." Next is me leaning back, staring at the screen, scrolling up to make certain I got it right...
There is beauty in the natural violence of nature and what a capture for you to so intricately weave those two opposing concepts into this poem... Each rhyme a surprise bit of perfection to finish the thought of each stanza... You swept me away in this flood of lovely words...
Vol

[DIVYA]

"There is beauty in the natural violence of nature "

~ I love that line! Nature is so dramatic, isn't it. dear Vol! I've always loved your Nature Poetry. You have so much to write about, living where you do. Its fascinating to share our perceptions of nature, a blessing to have such an exchange.

Thank you very much for such praise. I'm humbled yet walking tall.

[Vol]

Divya,-
I have learned that tiny bits of beauty are the best, and are everywhere, the way gravel forms a pan in the road. the ay a flower petal rests after it falls, people think that getting the most out of life requires rushing fromone thin to the next... the other day I watched a bed of ants doing what ants do, cleaning around their entrance, marching of on some errand they have agreed upon, or others dragging crumbs back to the village.... Beauty is everywhere, and we all have the same amount of things to write about... but a multifaceted mind like yours, like any true poet's knows how to stop and pay attention, to make sense of things for the rest of us...
Vol

[Richard🖌]

Again, Dear Divya 🙏

We're regaled by the keen eye you have always possessed for perfect artwork and titles for your masterfully rendered pieces, as has the arousingly vibrant soul of your pen blessed us with the creative poetic voice, skill, and intelligently imaginative heart songs of its bearer, with so many uncountable moments shared and recalled that validate vividly cherished memories, ever-so fondly.

And, what really amazes me is how fluent your command of the English language and its grammar is; especially, considering it's not your Mother Tongue, while so many of whom's it is lack so pitifully. Also, it’s true that few artists are endowed with the level of your creative gifts in rhythm, flow, imagery, vivid metaphoric diction, grammatical acumen, etc; one could virtually fill a tome with all you’ve learned, mastered, and shared with your abundant, fortunate Café fans over the years … and, so many-many more to come.

Significantly, few places on earth (from Early Summer through to Early Autumn) experience such deluges as India’s annual rain-filled Monsoon Season … gifting both life, death, and destruction for and to its peoples, properties, and lands — rife with the wondrous gifts of Prakriti and Bhumi Mata (of material and natural forces).

“Not even mountains
hold their ground.
Such is the flow and so profound.” (so many powerful lines)

Then, the timbre of your voice takes on a more personal tone:

“Erasing things, I thought would last
The waters took them
Oh, so fast.”

(and)

“Strangely, the waters
leave no pain
I know they will return again.”
(God giveth and He taketh away; yet, so very difficult to always justly accept)

Herein, I cannot help but be taken to our recent devastating floods in Central Texas, that took over 135 lives of men, women, children (185 left missing), and animals, destroying homes, trees, vehicles, roads, bridges, infrastructures … all taken without compassion, discernment, or mercy … that which "I know You know all too well."

Gosh, Divya!
Just look at what I’ve written in review! Your poems seem to always inspire something deeply, impressively impactful, within … almost as though I were there.

Okay, M’Dear … ’nuff from the likes of me, lest my welcome be permanently revoked.
May Thee keep ever safe! ⁓ Richard🙏

[DIVYA]

Dear Richard,
Thank you so much for such kind words you have bestowed on my poetry. I have no equal words to return, being humbled absolutely. So I'll just say a heartfelt thanks and keep smiling throughout today. God bless you and your poetry always.

[Richard🖌]

N a m a s t é, D i v y a 🙏

[Dennis Wolf]

The exchange of matter through life is constant. We don't really notice, but our bodies are in constant exchange with the "outside" world. Every so often our bodies are entirely different in that they're made up of matter that wasn't ever before a part of our flesh and yet...


Well, in some ways, this is also true for the spirit... And I don't mean some mythic, intangible obscure "thing" just our spirit.

Nicely written

[DIVYA]

Thank you Dennis. Good to see you here. I hope you're well. I'll see you on your page soon. Cheers.

[Dennis Wolf]

Yeah, I had to take a few days off the digital world. Just been tired is all. Things got back to normal today and tomorrow I'm back on vacation again.

[Buddhistboy73]

A deeply emotional piece about the waters of life and mother nature and it's effect on our senses....
Nice flowing piece of writing....:)

BB73

[DIVYA]

Thank you very much. :)

[Neha agrawal]

There's sorrow, yes, but also acceptance. It reads like the voice of someone who’s been undone and rebuilt and knows the tide will come again. Really well done.

[DIVYA]

Thank you a lot, Neha.

[Thomas W Case]

Beautiful work. You paint a vivid and sharp picture.

[DIVYA]

Thanks a lot Thomas.

[Arundass TP]

An in-depth poem. I can take numerous explanations to this poem. A masterpiece work

[DIVYA]

Thank you so much, dear friend. I'm so happy you appreciated it!