The puddle on the floor is growing larger
The dog moves uncomfortably away
The ladies who dine
Still sip at their wine
Pretending they have something to say
The alarm on the wall sirens loudly
The poet is roused from his dreams
His brother is there
Leaning back in his chair
Nothing is quite what it seems
The fire trucks arrive in their hundreds
The firemen are not too amused
They pant fire fire
Their voices filled with desire
But their equipment lies once more unused
He sits in the car quite unmoving
He contemplates life feeling pain
He stares at the river
Which flows on forever
And prays to no god for some rain
She says that the bed looks seductive
As she slips once more out of her gown
He lies there in fear
As she cuddles near
He wonders just what will go down
And when the inevitable tsunami
Washes over his cares in a tide
He knows in his heart
That this is the start
That Canute had always denied
Very deep and might I say it could be interpreted in several different ways too! Nicely done! 🙂
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Interpretation is not always easy, even for the author.
Thank you.
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All our dreams
Hang on moonbeams
A Tide may wash up a treasure
Joys to capture
Each wave can drown us
Or renew us.
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Les reves
Comme la vie
Emmy
Sont breves
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Seems to me that that was a rather sad dream…. An interesting turn of events 🙂
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Thank you, MyBeautifulThings, your comments are much appreciated.
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