The Importance of a Glass of Water
by Max Bouillet
A man drowning in the ocean
has his life flash before his eyes.
He remembers all the people that love him
and he decides to survive.
Resolutely, he begins to drink the sea.
The waters slowly recede from sandy banks,
armadas gradually become useless,
and long lost treasures emerge from antiquity.
Years later, he walks triumphantly
onto beaches where waves once crashed
and he greats his wife.
Smiling slyly, she hands him a glass of water
and he dies.
Posted on 12/21/2012
Copyright © 2020 Max Bouillet
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/22/12 at 02:25 AM|
Well, I liked this until the wife who freaked me out. Yikes! Now I'm going to think about this all night. As for drinking the ocean, I loved that concept.
|Posted by Paul Lastovica on 12/22/12 at 04:04 AM|
I've wondered what we might discover if the ocean's ran dry; and if, after clearing the surface treasures, what we might then uncover in a dig. Not that you answered any of that wonder, but you did bring that curiosity back to me. Maybe we'd find a god-corpse or two.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/26/12 at 02:58 PM|
Good to see this as POTD!
|Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/29/12 at 08:01 PM|
Whoa! This is great, it is the ethereal that lingers and strikes me in the gut. Very much like when I remember the T.S. Eliot lines: "...We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
by sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown,
till human voices wake us, and we drown..." Terrific. Thanks.
|Posted by Laura Doom on 12/31/12 at 11:17 AM|
I expect to read this in a reprint of Aesop's foibles...
|Posted by Gail Wolper on 01/01/13 at 05:35 AM|
A GREAT TALE!
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/02/13 at 01:15 AM|
I agree with Gail. Like an incredible surreal dream. Very well told Max. Evocative read...thought provoking as always.