A thousand rocks
Littered your bed
Water could not sweep them away.
Sticks and leaves blocked
Your flow
Water could not move them away.
From rock to rock
Debris moved
Refusing to whirl away.
A thousand miles of
Brushwood filled your bed
Water could not sweep them away.
Your seams split
With the floods
Roads washed away.
If only a hundred pairs of hands
Had aided your way.
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I love your work, you’re a great poet!
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Very cool to see a longer poem on here. I love it as it gives me more lines to dive into. And an especially important theme during these times when we need to be working as a community.
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Thank you for sharing your takeaway of this piece. 🙂
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Oooh I love the analogy of being selfish where even the waters can’t sweep the easiest things away. This is because the selfish person is keeping it all for themselves. It is hard to get help when you are known to be selfish. You need to give to receive – as things in life should be!!
Nancy ♥ exquisitely.me
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Giving to receive is a golden opportunity to love. 🙂
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I really enjoy reading your poetry 💜
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Really enjoyed reading one of your longer pieces!
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Poetry! Lovely🥰
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I’m unsure of your intention but this piece reminded me of times where I felt alone and like I could not grasp life yet always managed to keep flowing
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It is very good of you to admit to a little confusion, but thank you for sharing what you did feel!
I was trying to convey that a flood happens if no one clears the creek.
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Beautiful words, really enjoyed this one, looking forward to seeing more from you!
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Thank you so much!
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Really love your work!!
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Thank you!
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