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    dots Submission Name: The Water's My Teacherdots
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    Author: CaramelCandy
    ASL Info:    37 Female NYC
    Elite Ratio:    6.07 - 118/144/57
    Words: 198
    Class/Type: Deep Thought/
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    "I stood out late one night, stood walking through the streets all alone. Then sat somewhat close to the East River, wondering how quick life runs along like water. I pondered on how silent things echo loudly in our ears and heart."


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    dotsThe Water's My Teacherdots
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    The water flowed swiftly down,
    leaving it's worries of taint.
    How easy it accepts
    humanity's fierce deeds.
    Though it's not human flesh
    it's living...sturdy.

    I hear its solemn waves
    tagging alongside,
    but it rigidly refuses
    to sit erstwhile.

    Noticing the beauty
    in it's waves and motion,
    lost within its given essence.
    So free to act and run through,
    I admire the beauty to peruse.

    Such purity deprived,
    and, yet it contains itself
    for the viewers who watch.
    So you and I can perch
    and take a look at ourselves.

    It reflects the image
    of who we are...
    it is a mirror to us all.

    For the insecure
    who cannot understand,
    how to bring
    out the good things
    and beauty in them.

    The water is my teacher.
    Showing me freedom
    in how to breathe calmly.
    How to live spontaneously
    among all that is pleasant,
    to be true without inhibitions.

    Forgetting my worries moving alongside.
    The Water is my Teacher
    in being patient
    amongst difficult times.


    All Rights Resrved, Saby J.R.,

    Posted 12/5/05





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      i remember the East River...i lived along the Harlem river myself..we watched the speed boat races from the roof of our apartment building on Sundays..

    and i remember the Hudson..and all the big ships anchored in the harbor that we passed by on our way to brooklyn to visit family friends.

    and i remember the "Blue Moon" restaurant in south bronx...great place...probably long gone...this was in the 50's

    your poem brought my mind streaming back there with waves of clarity...
    thank you..

    jacob
    | Posted on 2011-11-10 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]
      I used to live in CA and behind my house we had a small brook but a little larger. I use to spend a lot of my time there. The weekends were my favorite time and I always got allot of thinking done when I was there.
    You write is very calming and soothing to read.

    A river is always a good metaphor when writing about living life. It can represent life in many ways.

    Great Write and hope to see more.

    Respect and Admiration

    Clyde
    | Posted on 2005-12-06 00:00:00 | by Wisdom Seeker | [ Reply to This ]
      Beautiful, truely. I myself like to do water meditation, I find there is a lot to be learned from such . . . liquid wisdom. It is very nice to hear an original topic, and the whole idea is soothing. I think the only critic I coud make is that the word 'holler' is jarring, and I think you could express yourse better is you maintained the smooth wording you started with :)
    | Posted on 2005-12-06 00:00:00 | by Starless Knight | [ Reply to This ]
      Water does conform to it's container/barrier and seeps into the smallest opening as it finds its way to its destination (similar to the flow of life and poetry, I imagine). Obviously water has taught you to relax and deal with a sometimes unappealing environment in a patient manner (interesting how water wears away solid obstructions over time in such an easy way). Nicely done ,ma'am, nicely done.
    | Posted on 2005-12-06 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ]


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