Water

Rushing from a small place to join an ever increasing family.
Speaking in tongues to communicate fluently with its` unique family traveling the world.
It flows like words from the mouth of an emotional poet.
It babbles at times like an incoherent drunk.
Traveling with its baggage, changing the shape of every stop it makes.
Quenching the thirst of the things that grow, fulfilling a loss, taking place of emotions in a dream.
It freezes for what feels like forever, keeping us from saying what we really feel; like, I love you
Falling from a place so large to a place so small, always changing, the life of water
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
Written 4-13-11
It`s a never-ending cycle, in streams and creeks and brooks, traveling to lakes, to oceans
Falling from the sky to fill streams and creeks and brooks, but along the way it visits family, forms in dreams, and talks far too much.

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Macduff5
So nice Soqiliquay. Such beautiful imagery. wine
jazzy75
Beautiful poem...reminded me of Dr. Masaru Emoto's photogrpahs of water wine
fiercelion
This poem reminds me of a book i read called Sidhartha
boyshchrm6
wonderful poem and metaphor of life.
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