washed away

I saw her in my dreams
as she slipped below the water
nobody ever noticed
that she was someone's daughter
She looked just like a cat
As she slinked into the deep
She sank with every moment
that somebody couldn't keep
It caused a ripple to the still
just like a fallen tree
"I came to heal the sick,
why would I heal the well"
But she knows as she slipped away
that time will never tell

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: BC

Favorite Poets: "the Raven" by Edgar allen Poe

Comments

Geezer

3 years 10 months ago

I like the rhyme...

but I'm not too sure of the motive. ~ Geezer.
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Cala Lily

3 years 10 months ago

motive? Its always for

motive? Its always for someone to read between the lines

Geezer

3 years 10 months ago

I guess...

that is your motive then, to make us read between the lines.

Cala Lily

3 years 10 months ago

I believe that poetry

I believe that poetry connects us to what language can't hear, I didn't know art required a motive... I suppose I'm just scared to reveal more than the metaphor

Geezer

3 years 10 months ago

Everything...

we do requires motive. Even art! Sometimes, we scare ourselves; we get close to making a statement [with metaphor] and then back off, hoping that no one sees the truth. That's ok, we all deserve our secrets. ~ Geezer.
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Cala Lily

3 years 10 months ago

I have very vivid dreams,

I have very vivid dreams, more real than life sometimes. I watched myself, in the body of a tiger, drown myself.... but it wasn't self destructive, it was peaceful.( I should mention I'm not suicidal....just lost) I referenced the bible because it was taught to me, but it contradicted my dreams...I dont know why. I have been experiencing the backside of life's offerings so I just hit the pen to paper, and felt I should awkwardly share it. Ya, I suppose that's it