Philosophies of a Drowning Man

Old Man River runs over on through the ages

That which ye carry within confounds the sages

Across the land gather spirits to thy eternal soul

Thirsting all the mysterious theorems where ye do flow

 

And I think mind of man perhaps at times

In motion sync influx ever restless ever so

Whirlpool with thoughts which turmoil muse

Of all perfection thou must surely know

 

Further days thy waves rebound reflections outward in

A thousand windows but one collective

And one cannot help but under water meditate

On self, becoming countless as the unanswered questions

 

So liquid tapestry I try to touch, reach into thee

The immortality which runs rivers in so deep

Overcome by too much knowledge I am bested

But the muted heart resurrects again by the beating underneath

 

Beneath thy depths of still and cold

Where life force warmth waters baptize bless

The Old Man River and my very own human soul

Unifying spirits of one young and one old... more or less

 

And ending breaths forever we are kindred in a parallel belief

Amidst the light and surrounding darkness

Where I lose my way simply because I am weak and without form thou art strength

And absent of the sediments of life our blood is most clear and thickest

Reviews

[rutherford]

Reminds me that humans are mostly water in the end. Finely done.

[s y e]

Woah, dude, so much depth in this poem. I think we are all drowning in a way, sometimes we are so close to finally going under other times we are relatively safe. We just need to try and keep our head above the water.

[Pryde Foltz]

Beneath thy depths of still and cold
Where life force warmth waters baptize bless
The Old Man River and my very own human soul
Unifying spirits of one young and one old... more or less

I suppose we are all drowning some. Against the great wave of time, who stands a chance. Wonderful write, Mike.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks Pryde always a pleasure to read your reviews.

[Rita L. Sev]

Where life force warmth waters baptize bless
The Old Man River and my very own human soul

I kept coming back to these lines... the whole poem gives a sense of peace amid the tumult. Great read here, Mike - and it's great to see you again!

[Michael G. Smith]

Bravo, that is it. we assume our thoughts will be ending with panic but I believe we will find the beauty and serenity of thought as we go under. I have come close to drowning twice in my life and this has been my own experience. Thanks for the review. Check out my newest masterpiece "Dragon's Breath".

[A. Amos]

And ending breaths forever we are kindred in a parallel belief
Amidst the light and surrounding darkness
Where I lose my way simply because I am weak and without form thou art strength
And absent of the sediments of life our blood is most clear and thickest

The title the write and above last lines, splendid job you did. Great read

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks Amos your review is much appreciated.

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome my friend

[Blue]

Wonderful read, Mike. I missed your poems. Please write more.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thank you. I'm trying but fortune has brought my seven year old grandson into my life on a daily basis.

[Blue]

Ahh, it's okay. I understand.

[Debbie_Philly]

And ending breaths forever we are kindred in a parallel belief
Amidst the light and surrounding darkness
Where I lose my way simply because I am weak and without form thou art strength
And absent of the sediments of life our blood is most clear and thickest
Very beautiful.... took my breath away !! :)

[Michael G. Smith]

Glad you enjoyed this. I almost drowned twice in my life both times I was saved by something divine. I found that both times instead of having thoughts of panic beneath the water they were ones of serenity.

[Debbie_Philly]

WOW.... thats amazing... Im glad you survived :)

[Frieda P]

I like how you shaded this, light and dark of life in your reflections. Love 'liquid tapestry', very nicely pen'd Michael, i enjoy'd the read of your innermost contemplations.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks, Frieda. I'm glad to get this baby up. It's been in rewrites for weeks, whew!

[Frieda P]

Weeks? Oh my, that would drive me bonkers...my pleasure Michael, nice to see you back writing again.