A spring was dammed in long ago
to make a pond their business.
warm water glistens in the sun
even seagulls circle, speak
It felt all wrong.
spring still gives forth
with no place to flow
held cruelly still by walls cement
boundaries of man
I mourn this water soul excised.
I could not enter water dead.
Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 10:04 PM UTC
A spring was dammed in long ago
to make a pond their business.
warm water glistens in the sun
even seagulls circle, speak
It felt all wrong.
spring still gives forth
with no place to flow
held cruelly still by walls cement
boundaries of man
I mourn this water soul excised.
I could not enter water dead.
