Violent Waters

The world as I see it

Is often nothing at all

But a figment of black

Abyss...darkness...

Water sloshing in the breezes,

Nymphs playing in the rivers,

Too bad the wenches didnt know

the waters hold a darker tale,

with no need to be told.

 

But one fine day while the wind is crisp,

the old man walks close to the bank,

and looks quite deep.

Ears alert

and keen to the senses,

he unravels the mystery like a thread from a loom.

 

Thos dark waters,

he says with unease,

They hold a tale of loss

and of horrid disease.

They swallow you whole,

and make it look so pretty,

then draw more in

to fill their hollow depths.

It claimed the kings and warriors of Greece,

along with Caesar and Antonius,

and the men taking flight.

The rivers are blood,

the waves are the fists,

and when they collide,

this is where violence exists.

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This poem to me seems to be a perfect merger of spirituality and philosophy.
The wisdom of the old sage really was the icing on the cake. The first few lines
made me feel as if I was in danger of drowning.

[funeralmoon]

you spin a mighty tale oh deeply thinking colleen... you have given me much to ponder.. :)))