We All Drown Together

by Ben Pickard   Nov 10, 2017


The path snaked away into the
forest's untold depths where I found
lagoons of poetry awaiting my quill

Drinking deeply, I flooded my lungs
with similes and metaphors until
every tree had been personified
and reduced to bony old beings who
reached desperately for summer's wilting glow

And now, those pools are puddles of muddy prose,
and I drown in verse that was never mine to inherit;
words that have left me broken, from the inside out

Drink less deeply than I should you
stumble upon swamps of flowery promises,
and perhaps you won't quiver and quake
with every word you etch in blood -
perhaps you will not become a
raging torrent of molten lava that consumes
all that is good in your life

The end comes swiftly to the lost and
we are all lost

--

Ben Pickard 2017

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  • 1 week ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Crikey Ben, that mind of yours! This is evocative and powerful. Just amazing! :-) x
    =^.^=

  • 1 week ago

    by Purvi Gadia

    This is beautiful, uncle Ben. You should really teach me your ways and techniques. It seems magical to me that you tend to always bring out the best in everything.

    • 1 week ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thank you, Purvi, but you need no lessons from me.

  • 1 week ago

    by Alice

    Poignant imagery, and an effective way of articulating the struggle. Really loved stanza 2

  • 1 week ago

    by Maher

    Mr Pickard,

    I bet that if P&Q allowed anonymous submissions, I could probably still tell your writings apart from all the rest. Like Joe Satriani and Steve Vai have their signature sounds; you have yours in writing - and what an f-ing sound your writing has.

    Stanzas 2 and 3 have got to be two of the best I've ever read, with this little gem being the heart:

    "and I drown in verse that was never mine to inherit;"

    High school English classes taught us to look for symbolism and the like to find the "true meanings" of the works of famous poets long passed, but I would gladly wake you from the dead to find out this one's true meaning so as not to do it any injustice.

    I only wish it was I who nominated this piece. Keep writing, my friend :)

  • 1 week ago

    by Em

    Oh my

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