The Cistern (1980 ?)A Poem by PoetryofProvidence
There are some things
deep in the well of my soul hidden away to keep me whole down in that unfathomable deep the experiences that make my heart beat the surface of the well I seek soak up the suns warmth and heat screened off from the light of day the bottom made of mire and clay the mortar of my bounds surround me to keep from spilling all I be so the surface of my sweet water must be drawn up by some other means than a cistern overflowing swelled by rains and overgrowing should you draw by pail this water I would freely offer another to fill you till your thirst be full by life giving force from my pool I am full of life's desires that which gives growth and contains the fires for a simple purpose was I made to quench a thirst and grow the shade for the weary soul that passes by and recognizes it is I who draws the strength of the sun to transfer to a living one © 2010 PoetryofProvidence |
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Added on November 3, 2010 Last Updated on November 3, 2010 AuthorPoetryofProvidenceORAboutVoracious reader , love ancient Historians and tracing ideology and belief systems, small talent in poetry so some have said , love people of every sort even if I don't agree on lifestyle makes for go.. more.. |

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