Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Drowning Ophelia



The water seeps up, up

(lapping, licking, soothing)

twisting around the parts of your body that

you have come to know and hate because

this is the body that the world abandoned

The water is soothing

the water is deep

lay down your heavy head

close yours eyes and sleep

(thick, dreaming, dark)
sweet, bright little lamb

so alone, so lost in Hell

The water circles your neck

clothing you in elegant dress

your mouth was once dust

your body made of bugs

now water floods your lungs

(silk against burlap)

you feel clean and pure and done

This is how you drown

legs twisted and still

hands thrust out into the chill

letting the water, clean and cold

(sweet, inky, dark, deep)

take your tired, finished mind

and dance it down to sleep


~Rebel

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Uplifting, Stonespringseven. A particular good day you must have been having, eh?
Hugs!
La

Anonymous said...

this is so beautiful...love your mind..i don't know u but i met you...through your works,and writings i feel your heart, its bleeding, and pain, and questions....once again, nothing short of beautiful

Unknown said...

hi, here you can listen your poem in music, I've given it a alternative sense, the water as the life..as the death, thinking about the people who don't have the possibility of drinking everyday, I hope you like it, if you send me your e-mail we could communicate better,
thank you..have a nice day

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c7p4BdJ9IOI