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,
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.
Posted on 03/13/2011
Copyright © 2016 Max Bouillet
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 03/14/11 at 01:09 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 09:16 AM|
It sounds like the abyss to me. A very nice write Max.
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/15/11 at 01:11 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 07:49 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 03/15/11 at 08:52 PM|
Nightmare-ish and unsettling. Thank you.
|Posted by Julie Adams on 03/20/11 at 09:47 AM|
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 03/29/11 at 11:39 PM|
Wow! you too...only kidding, great imagination.