Bottled At The Source Poem by Ted Sheridan

Bottled At The Source

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Approaching the oasis this thirsty pairing
A ragged beggar and a snake charmer
Noticed an oddly shaped ominous cloud
Which seemed to be hovering overhead__
Ready for a much needed refreshing drink
They cupped their hands and took aim at the water's surface
But before they could break the tension of the mirror like pond
Their eyes beheld what appeared to be the reflection
Of an utterly demonic yet spiritual creature....
Fearing to take a drink as the water may be poisoned
The beggar behooves and begs pardon for his intrusion
While the snake charmer drinks because he had seen
The devil's face before and had charmed many serpents
The snake charmers thirst was uncontrollable and so it was
He scooped up all his hands could hold and drank fully
Within seconds of quenching his parched throat
He grabbed at it and as if to be strangling himself
He fell face down in the liquid dose and did not move
The beggar fearful and pleading for his life to be spared
Fell on his back petitioning God to deliver him from a similar fate
.....and at that very moment the oddly shaped ominous cloud
Opened up its vessel and from it poured a drink of rain
Into the beggar's mouth....until the heavenly gift was fully evaporated
The beggar now having been revived...
Sits up and taking notice of the snake charmer's status
Robs him of his sandals and his cloak___

2007 © T Sheridan

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rinzu Susan Rajan 23 October 2008

ur words are soooooooooooo powerful...and yet touching... u write with honesty and that puts u ahead of others... :)

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Scarlett Treat 28 June 2007

There is an old Indian proverb, to always allow the other man to drink first - and that way, if the water is bad, he will die while you live. And you seem to have hit the nail on the head...

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Not a member No 4 26 June 2007

This is your vision of man I suspect, and it might be quite close to the truth. Great read Ted. Sat here wide-eyed. You could make a bomb on this kind of thing.

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Ivan Donn Carswell 26 June 2007

Truely a stirring parable - and an early case of recycling. How far was it to the next Oasis? Rgds, Ivan

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