Monday, July 10, 2023

Once There Was This Thing Called Water

 
soon 
after 
the 
beginning 
 
and as soon 
as the first 
drops began
 
to fall, 
then
 
the 
ever 
more 
 
rapidly 
spouting 
fountain- 
head 
 
began 
filling 
the 
hollow 
in 
 
the 
Earth, 
ready 
to 
quench 
 
every 
thirsting 
thing 
 
again 
and 
again 
 
but 
before
 
we 
knew 
 
it— 
never 
again.

 

2 comments:

  1. I read this as a finely-tuned and elegiac, non-preachy climate change poem, though of course it can be read in other ways and its musicality is a delight. Also, its shape "calls to mind" (yes, that's a trite phrase but seems apt for several reasons) the running water. I like how all the stanzas, except the second, have single-word lines. Also, the repetitions work so well (soon/soon, again/and/again. . .never/again.) -- also fitting for this poem.

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  2. Trite as it might sound, I'll raise a glass of wine and drink to all the above comments because you've filled my cup again! Cheers!

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