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Shallow Pool
I cain't, I can't,
you must buoy me
as a leaf in a kiddie
pool.
Washing me like the
rain does a bird's drop
on a tricycle seat:
hard enough to balance,
and hard enough to wake
from my slumber
in this hammock
on the stars.
Drown me in 7 inches
But baptize me in 3,
I cain't
But you'¦
But you''¦
Swim the shallows
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Comment by: flameof - 2007-07-26 12:44
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| its pretty much a conversation I had with Christ one night in my backyard. Struggling with a faith that thinks its grown up but still so childlike and full of struggle. The sevens and threes are definitely biblical numbers. |
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Comment by: zepol - 2007-07-25 18:04
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| The cadence is very good but I also don't get the meaning of the poem. It does have spiritual overtones; I will read it again later. |
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Ah, I am a sucker for good endings. (As you know by now). Love this one, brings the poem to a great, fitting closing. Excellent, my friend.
And thank-you, for all of your lovely comments. |
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Comment by: flameof - 2007-05-22 11:42
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| thanks for your genuine comments. thanks for taking time to read them. means a lot. |
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| I really like this piece. The Cain't sets the tone for a religion in this. |
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