Swim Sin

Restless I ran to reach the rivers road Whose nile was long and depth as deep as dreams Its surface slept on sands of soils gold A surface swayed by symphonies of streams My soul, departed from myself, it seems Breathless my body begged for breath of air Nourished with life from mouth to mouth repair My life...to dark for depression to drive I tried to drown and dine in deaths affair A death that God did not want me to dive

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Nette Onclaud

Date: 9/1/2011 3:17:00 PM

a sense of foreboding that highlights deep, impressive images, johnny! how thought-provoking! :) huggs, nette

Elizabeth Wesley

Date: 8/31/2011 8:36:00 PM

Johnny, this almost sounds like a trip into mental illness. It has that surreal vision to take one into the dark depths. Amazing verse my friend.

Emma Mantle

Date: 8/31/2011 12:11:00 PM

A great example of this form. Love the depth conveyed in this piece, very moving. Stunning work as usual Johnny. Best wishes Em :)

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/31/2011 12:21:00 AM

Very interesting one, Johnny since I don't consider you a person who would want this. It's fun sometimes to write from different perspectives though and I appreciated the imagery in this poem. About KAsh, do not be confused.total lies from both of us. I am so surprised by the number of folks here who always just thought he was a girl this whole time!

Doris Culverhouse

Date: 8/30/2011 9:41:00 PM

Well I am not sure what to say....sad!

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 8/30/2011 9:04:00 PM

powerful emotion Johnny and we can never leave before our arrived time to disrupt God's Plan for our lives.. intense lines intoxicate the reader luv.. death is probably easier than we all think ..but why find out sooner than later.. this piece is a brilliant composition luv..

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 8/30/2011 7:00:00 PM

Enjoyed reading your outstanding poetry today Johnny. Love, Carol