An Echo of Life Water wells up from the stony cold earth Pressed from the layers of implacable rock A mountain spring is born, cool and pure It flows freely over the stone, cutting deep to the heart of the mountain. Cascading down the fast face of the cliff Water brings renewal, water brings life Water brings an end to pain and to strife. But water does wound, as it flows carelessly Irrevocably scarring the mountain that brings it being. A rock feels no pain, mountains shed no tears. Irony is a mountain, cutting itself to peices.
Timothy Kaiser's Questions:
The message I hope to convey is that of someone being crushed under the
wieght of the problems they have taken on themselves. The tears caused by
the pain are the water I speak of.
My question is Is my message clear enough, or have I buried it in too much metaphor? Does my poem make sense to someone reading without foreknowledge of my intended message?