Above the Lake

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In the stillness,
The wind brushes against the landscape.
It was silent not so long ago.
We watched the water flow with a smile.
With no river to be seen,
A waterfall burst forth from the cliffs.

And now,
I weep for what lies before me.
It spins without end.
Place your hand and watch it carve a new pattern.
The stillness resists the storm,
And may it overcome and restore.
Make no mistake,
The sun has failed to rise this day.

Every knee is bent,
Every face pressed against the grass.
We whisper against the tempest,
While it throws words back down our throats.
We seek the silence.
"He laid emeralds in our eyes. Oh, but I'd already tried a bracelet made of gold and scarlet thread around her wrist. And everything was wrong, so we sang sentimental songs. Oh how seldom we belong, but how elegant our kiss." -Norma Jean "Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste"




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I like this poem. really, I had no idea there was a like button but I am going to press it. I like the description and the nature in this poem. I know I sound weird but i tell it like it is. I am not good at writing bad reviews so this one is all you are going to get out of me.I like this, I am going to go press the button.




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In the stillness,
The wind brushes against the landscape. wind = movement. wind =/= stillness
It was silent not so long ago. alright, this is an interesting line. But... what did it add to the story?
We watched the water flow with a smile.
With no river to be seen,
A waterfall burst forth from the cliffs.

And now,
I weep for what lies before me. good
It spins without end.
Place your hand and watch it carve a new pattern. place your hand... where?
The stillness resists the storm, You're sounding very monotone and robotic
And may it overcome and restore.
Make no mistake,
The sun has failed to rise this day.

Every knee is bent, what is the significance?
Every face pressed against the grass. comma
We whisper against the tempest, Why aren't you shouting?
While it throws words back down our throats. good, I liked the idea here
We seek the silence. Why?
So, a dyslexic man walks into a bra....




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I think you're over thinking it a bit. The poem is a description of an image I had in my head. It may not make sense if you take it too literally.
"He laid emeralds in our eyes. Oh, but I'd already tried a bracelet made of gold and scarlet thread around her wrist. And everything was wrong, so we sang sentimental songs. Oh how seldom we belong, but how elegant our kiss." -Norma Jean "Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste"



Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein