If I float on water being human - Writers Forum

Druid · 08-09-2005, 10:31 AM

I live between two pinecones and a door,
suppose those cones were to grow and become trees
the way would up become and I'd live once more.
True, the door would fit like oceans on the leaves
culminating to a certain score, then grieve,

Waterfalls will take root of the earth
then genuflect and let drink nascent birth.
My house is born and I'll walk and drag-
my knees to fall and fugue the crags,
cliffhang and find the birds are below
where sights are deep and motion slow.

There are circles above my head not of my own,
while the distant sun reflects the water I fly;
it is wind and height when from my home
those same green leaves surround me in the sky,
to float on water with the oceans as I die.

-Druid

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08-09-2005, 06:31 PM

hmmm... i've been trying to get to this one all day...

nice to see you around druid.

this is extremely tranquil, but so completely hard to understand.

please, if i ask nicely, will you give me some clues to help me understand this otherwise beautiful piece?

vodka

Druid · 08-09-2005, 10:06 PM

It is dedicated to the life of a great man- my grandfather. I've tried to put as many natural themes in it as possible to describe his love of the outdoors, especially plants. though he is not resting yet, the end is something I believe in personally, that the end will echo how you live. As we grow in what we love to do, so will we die in it.

08-10-2005, 12:05 PM

druid, i think you have a wonderful way with words, and your poetry almost always hits me just right.

thank you for shedding some light on this for me.

now i understand the feeling of tranquility.

nicely done,
vodka

Druid · 08-11-2005, 09:59 AM

Thank-you ms. V,

I am glad that you like my piece. I do try to write for the best of you.

-Steve