Sunday, February 12, 2012

The Great Trickle----A Poem

     Heavy water pounds at concrete
cresting and breaking, over again--
shields of contention held overhead
'Let us out', they seem to say
'Let us out'. The plea grows louder
They grew to a roaring, uncontainable by man

Over the wall, water began its trickle..to punch
a crack which ran the back of the old dam faced wall

From behind it, the angry waters let go.
drowning, destroying, killing
as the whipping wild calmed.

Devestation glistened in the sunlight

It feels good to be free.
But the destruction, the crying, the wailing

It feels good to be free, as water will,
it sunk to the lowest level plodding, feeling, tasting.

Understand in to-to, better to be a mass.
a powerful mass-of broken crests- not spread so, here and there.

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