Published September 23, 2007
Water
Water comes,
Water goes.
Water doesn’t stand still,
It flows
It makes me happy,
It brings me joy.
I sit at the edge,
And write a song.
A song about love,
A song about you.
I scribble for hours,
Frustrated and angry,
Finally it’s finished,
Finally, I am happy,
I stand up
and pack my bags,
when all of a sudden
The paper slips out of my hand.
It lands on your surface,
That crystal clear surface,
I pick it up to my shock to see,
That all the letters have flee.
Damn…
Damn…
Damn…
I hate the water.
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Lovely poem! I especially liked the first verse..and the clever little twist at the end.
Good job
That shared a lot of meaning behind it.
Very creative and I enjoyed reading it.
Keep up the great writing!
My immediate though after this poem was; OH NO! QUICK GET THE PAPER! Hehe
I loved this, the imagery was really good and the flow was continuous, which made it a fabulous read. A good and funny twist towards the end.
I agree. But I like this. It IS strangely beautiful.
Keep up the good work,
-- M.B.Author
cool. ironic and funny
keep up the good work!
vince
Strangely beautiful. Simple, yet packs a punch. Full of sharp imagery and emotion. I don't have any complaints about this poem. Keep up the good work!