- Non-Erotic Poetry
- no rain underwater
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There is no rain underwater
Forty-seven days with no measurable rain;
today arrived a downpour. I thought
about my river's swollen banks and mudscoots,
fallen trees and sunken branches, a clutter
of rotting limbs beneath the murky flow.
I thought about my river and her fishes;
the stability of their unhatched roe, and
the twisted rope that dangles, sways
with the water's ebb and flow-
hanging from a poplar tree,
it waits as if it knows
the misery of the prisoner who sits
last in line on death row.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 14 years agoThis one id not get an E is beyond me. What a shame such a great poem goes unnoticed. So much jealousy o this site is unbecoming to so-called enlightened "artists."
KOLKOREalmost 16 years agoOnce I figured out (as I believe I have ), the second stanza hit me pretty hard. Even as you develop the main image, you also create a contrast between yourself and the initial natural event. The contrast continues to be built to the most stiking ending. It's one of the most touching self disclosures I have read. Perhaps that was the reason for the hidden - veiled language used.
Anonymousalmost 16 years agoI like the image in this one, good title by the way, NJ. I thought it was rich, the words and texture, and mental shadow and light play, the ending made me feel unexpectedly sad.
LeBrozalmost 16 years agoAnd then out of nowhere comes that line about death row. It makes the reader stop and pause and consider. Such an innocent way to make the reader pause to think.
