Trickled by Max Bouillet"A preacher on the radio once said that sins
are cracks in the bucket
holding your soul."
I was sitting on the edge of a pool
with my feet dangling in the water.
It was a perfect lazy summer day
but something was wrong;
the sun was warm on my face
but the face wasn't mine.
A stranger's eyes rippled in my reflection.
Someone else was thinking my thoughts
someone else was becoming me.
I was in darkness.
My feet were cold;
numbness crept up my ankles,
calves, thighs.
Suddenly,
I was sitting by the pool
with my feet dangling in the water
but it was winter
and the ice was biting my flesh
and I wanted to fall forward.
Oh, so desperately I wanted to fall forward
but I realized it wasn't me.
I was in darkness; I felt something fall from me.
But there was nothing below for it to fall into.
I reached down to feel for my legs
panicked that they may no longer exist
but I had nothing to reach with.
Slowly, I found myself at the God forsaken pool
but there was no water
just cracked cement
that begged to bleed. 03/13/2011 Posted on 03/14/2011 Copyright © 2024 Max Bouillet
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 03/14/11 at 05:09 AM intensely vivid. for some reason I imagine the water as mirrors instead of water. looking deeper than just reflection, like looking into one's soul. intense...~JPP |
Posted by George Hoerner on 03/14/11 at 01:16 PM It sounds like the abyss to me. A very nice write Max. |
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/15/11 at 05:11 AM This so perfectly describes the kind of detachment that makes you feel like you're living in the twighlight zone. Of course, they say it isn't "real" anyway.... |
Posted by Laura Doom on 03/15/11 at 11:49 AM The civilisation of sins reflects the vagaries of rectitude, and day turns to night when we turn ourselves outside in...or not :> |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/16/11 at 12:52 AM Nightmare-ish and unsettling. Thank you. |
Posted by Julie Adams on 03/20/11 at 01:47 PM Wow Max, Poe must have held your pen with you on this one!...perfectly eerie, a dark dreamscape, where reality's rules do no apply, but all the fantastical details of a falling deeper into a more sinister version of Alice in Wonderland. I would love to see a series dedicated to this imagery/subject. Ooooh the places it could go...KUDOS star, this piece has a pulse all its own, peace n poems, jewels xoxox |
Posted by Ulyss Rubey on 03/30/11 at 03:39 AM Wow! you too...only kidding, great imagination. |
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