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Lift up our heads above the water plane,
Choppy little waves throw caution to the wind
And the current drags us effortlessly down,
Tugging, pulling, wrenching at our feet
Until they no longer reach the ground.
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We are at the mercy of the flood;
Unless we find a lifeline all is lost.
We will lose the struggle to survive,
Unless we find the courage to hold fast.
And death will take our mortal soul at last.
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©Denise G Allen, 12 May 2014 11:51
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12/05/2014 at 12:07 pm
Reminds style Emily Dickinson.
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12/05/2014 at 5:39 pm
I will look her up sometime, Carl. Thanks for reading and commenting; I really appreciate it. 🙂
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12/05/2014 at 2:10 pm
so true…and that lifeline is so important because that flood will come…and depending on our foundation will wash us away
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12/05/2014 at 5:40 pm
Yes, I agree Brian. We must be prepared. 🙂
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12/05/2014 at 2:50 pm
A modern day Jonah? 🙂
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12/05/2014 at 5:41 pm
It started off going to be a sort of Noah, Ben. 😀
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12/05/2014 at 3:47 pm
INTERESTING!!! I was just associating day to day life with being drift wood on a stream today on FB and then I read this! Isn’t it funny how the thought flows around this world. LOL! Take care Denise!!! HUGS!
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12/05/2014 at 5:37 pm
Hi Stu, in March 2011 I wrote a poem called ‘Driftwood’ and you commented on it! It is odd that ideas seem to float around so. This one wasn’t supposed to be what it turned out at all but sometimes I can’t control the outcome, lol! You take good care of yourself too Stuart. Hope things are improving.
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12/05/2014 at 8:14 pm
Yes, we do all need a lifeline at times, adee. This poem is very compelling, and full of energy.
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13/05/2014 at 5:59 am
Thanks for reading this post, AD, and for your positive comment .
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13/05/2014 at 6:51 am
In life we ride the currents until they let us go or pull us under. Nice flow and metaphors.
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13/05/2014 at 7:18 am
Thanks so much, SHO! 🙂
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