'Water from the Moon'

[MASILVER]

'Water from the Moon'



Water from the moon dropped into this earth,
Crossed the burning sky,
Crashed with the muddy sand
Reaching this rotten land.

She started to spread inside the soil,
Climbed every oak tree,
Then filled the deep river
And sneaked to all leas.

The owl came into the stream
Trying to sip some water,
But the brook was frozen
For of the heat of moonbeam.

Poor little boy woke
With a tiny dried mouth,
No faucet to open and drink
Everything had sunk.

A rising riot in the avenue,
No water no fruits
Nothing to moist the iron throats
Or those stinky tongues.

Even the disgusting bugs
Who are drown in dirt
Begun to complain,
Unknowing that they're the cause of pain.


(Copyrights © SILVER)
2008-03-30
Free verse

[kiz_paws]

Very interesting, I liked this!

I read a book on North American Indian legends, myths and story telling (which was delightful and I'll read it again when I can find it at the Library) -- but anyhow, your poem was reminiscent of the way that ideas unfolded in that book I read. Hope you'll write more here! :)

[MASILVER]

First of all let me do thank you for being the first person who replied my poem.

I'm glad that you liked the piece, and I'll be thankful if you posted an extract from that book.

The best of luck