I’ve changed
I was changed
I was thrown in the fire
That’s when
I got to become
Part of a cloud
With water
And we talked
And I’ve decided
I don’t want
To be water
He never gets to rest
Never gets to stand still
Except when he’s frozen
And then he’s cold
I was glad to be
Part of a cloud
But realized
I was still drifting
I hadn’t really changed
Even though I had
Water was nice
Enough to rain
And bring me back to
The Earth
Where I’ll rest
In the soil
Until I become
A tree again
Drift Wood 2
More understanding
nancyames, 6 months ago
I like this poem a lot, Fenderhead. It has structure and a thoughtful vision, putting into words what many people feel about driftwood, that odd sense of identification that makes us carry it home with us.
Fenderhead, 6 months ago
thank you very much for that nancyames. this one felt really good. The driftwood thing kinda grew from this idea of not wanting to be myself actually, always feeling pushed and pulled by other forces. But the desire to be something else changes when what I romanticized really isn’t what I wanted either. In any case, I’m glad i get to rest.
Michelle Boyer, 5 months ago
Great work- makes a wonderful addition to the first
Jayca, 5 months ago
Experience is a great muse.
Yasemin Sumner, 5 months ago
Oh I liked the first one but this is a little cherry on top…your artwork is stunning…you should definitely keep up the words too :)
Nicole Ryan, 4 months ago
great metaphor !!
fab writing russ
Fenderhead in reply to Nicole Ryan’s comment, 4 months ago
you’re sweet, thank you : )
Metamorphosis, 4 months ago
perfect! the way it flowed, the message and the hope in the end is inspirational…