Above the Lake

by nekros

Published March 15, 2011

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.

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nekros
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nekros commented Comment · Mar 15, 2011

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.

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KatTrain
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KatTrain wrote a review Review · Mar 15, 2011

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?

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lele253isme
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lele253isme wrote a review Review · Mar 15, 2011

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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