Impatient Seed by Steven Craig Ever hasty heart Ye beast of short moments shared Never to pair with another For time is not your ally A fate that is mine to curse And yours to change Emotion over flow And some drown on their beliefs And do not suffer disappoints The sticks can break the stones When the island is not the shore you reached A sailor can be caught in the nets he casts Become the fish's haul Not for a moment For a lifetime it is made To be the way one lives And has the route of escape closed Well. There only one answer To reach far up on the top shelf Hidden from the children Loaded and filled To grasp it with the trigger finger And drink the Pepsi down I remember everything I do not toss the garbage out daily I am a Gemini That garbage is precious And the candy cane mail post And the long rope swing over the creek side The branch for crawling on And the hole waiting below Unfilled For the moment Dear The rivers that you cross Are fed by my tears I cast to earth When the rivers slow and dry You will know I have died The eroded rims of my eyes have seen that distant shore I have moved the dunes closer to my home But they are anchored on the lake shore The ocean knows not its sweet waters And the lake Knows not the salty sorrow The freshening winds that fogs the morning Will hold me forever A clown In a fishes haven Can you hear them The rushing, baying hounds Like a ribbon of anger They flow over the green common And in the eye They burn their time Heavy with hearts of teeth and jaw To catch you Is your demise When I cry It is a gentle rain Not the raging storm But a gentle rain that falls through the night Giving water to the dead An emotional respect That will save none of us that live I do Feeling is just a part Of the wide river That is difficult to cross Even with the best of friends It is each day The Rubicon And one day Return I shall not Like pealing off sunburn That is what it is like for me to write With the angst and the sidecast eye Tenderly it may start In agony likely to end. Can you hear it The thunder Rolling amongst the hills The trees bend to see it Shelter their limbs from its caress The rain will mingle with the sap and clay dust Make for the forest a new soup of union with tomorrow And there the moment will be mine to take I am going to relax Reach for that loaded Pepsi for a while 10/18/2007 Posted on 10/19/2007 Copyright © 2024 Steven Craig Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/19/07 at 03:28 AM "Dear The rivers that you cross Are fed by my tears I cast to earth When the rivers slow and dry You will know I have died."--You absolutely rock this thing, which has a great, epic feel to it, without being REALLY long, you know? Fantastic work. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)