Shallow we wade through unclean water.
Quiet is the current that carries us on.
Newfound truth washes away a muddy past.
We are prisoners of the 'ideal' society.
Born to elect a leader,
who pushes us down.
Heads held underwater,
We say nothing for the vote has been cast.
Admitting to being wrong doesn't suit us,
so the ideals work as planned.
We surrender,
dragged half past ignorant bliss,
and silent mutters at the world.
Some seek knowing more,
but forbidden knowledge comes at a price.
A gurgle, a tiny spark,
and then only small eggshells in their place.
The great roar oof a confused nation.
It's just a trickle...
...change what you can,
start a wave
When I read this, the last word, 'wave' seems to rhyme, but with what? quite a lyrical conclusion. Likewise on the metaphor of water, very imaginative; unclear, dragging, resisting, suffocating... but nonetheless changeable. nice writing :)
When I read this, the last word, 'wave' seems to rhyme, but with what? quite a lyrical conclusion. Likewise on the metaphor of water, very imaginative; unclear, dragging, resisting, suffocating... but nonetheless changeable. nice writing :)
This is a really interesting poem, I love the way you've used the extended metaphor of the water, and how you have related it to concepts of drowning and of change. Very enjoyable to read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When I read this, the last word, 'wave' seems to rhyme, but with what? quite a lyrical conclusion. Likewise on the metaphor of water, very imaginative; unclear, dragging, resisting, suffocating... but nonetheless changeable. nice writing :)