Flood Poem by francesca zumbo
Flood
Anger,
My anger comes in waves,
And then pausing
My tears come like rivers
That flow through valleys
And over cliffs
That spill like waterfalls
Like paint on a canvas
That knows no end
They drip and run
Solid and falling
Only pools they create
Salt baths of fluid
In which I swim and dive and suffocate.
Evocative, but not satisfying...'salt baths of fluid' is a beautiful, yet weird enough line to grab my attention.The imagery? ...sorry done that, seen that, bought the t-shirt.
swimming to the bottom of the dead sea...very good i like the transformations and the imagery. very vivid. thanks.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 12:09:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You're right, anger does come in waves. But tears creating a river? been there, done that... but i can't complain coz i've done the same... we all need to think up some new imagery!