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November 2009 
Tiger in the Pool
Posted on Jul 14th, 2009
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Shanti
Shanti
The passion calls
life from the living
fast inside my chest
impatiently aflutter
shallow dreaming
drowning in my own sweet blood,
again.
immodestly meek
I discover myself disclosed
swimming with tigers
stiller waters cutting deep.
Understanding unbidden
how wrong I am,
and just how much I love,
Too late;
Because I thought life was safer on the silent bottom of the pool.
Tearing out my heart
measuring my pulse against this steady flow
pure feeling unstemmed
gushing through,
as I let go of my edge
off the deep end
so to speak, (in bubbles)
but I choke
learning to breathe now I am in over my head.
Too many things now
that sorry wont say,
Turning in time to see you turning away.
Burning with this impossilbe need
To have and to hold
These tears I can't cry for you
And the truth I just can't beleive,
or let be.
life from the living
fast inside my chest
impatiently aflutter
shallow dreaming
drowning in my own sweet blood,
again.
immodestly meek
I discover myself disclosed
swimming with tigers
stiller waters cutting deep.
Understanding unbidden
how wrong I am,
and just how much I love,
Too late;
Because I thought life was safer on the silent bottom of the pool.
Tearing out my heart
measuring my pulse against this steady flow
pure feeling unstemmed
gushing through,
as I let go of my edge
off the deep end
so to speak, (in bubbles)
but I choke
learning to breathe now I am in over my head.
Too many things now
that sorry wont say,
Turning in time to see you turning away.
Burning with this impossilbe need
To have and to hold
These tears I can't cry for you
And the truth I just can't beleive,
or let be.
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this speaks powerfully to a very painful reality in love… thank you for again creating an amazing poem coupled with an arresting picture.
A powerful poem painting a picture of pain.
Thanks for stopping by, my friends. Pain is a powerful teacher and there's a certain beauty in opening oneself into the experience that makes everything feel a little more real.
Despite the perfect snarl, I just want to give that tiger a big cuddle.:)
Devastating Shanti! I mean WOW! You kill me.
“shallow dreaming
drowning in my own sweet blood,
again”
and I stand at the edge of that pool
hesitating to throw a rope
to save you,
drowning so transcendentally.
Thanks Doug, “waving AND Drowning” that's me ;)
Perhaps dying's not so bad as it's made out to be? Each exhalation requires we let go, before new life rushes in.
you remind me of my first attempt to swim.
Being headstrong I didn't think to mention to those around me what I was trying to do as I let go of the edge in the deep end of the pool. I was annoyed at the furious attempts to “save me”, before I even had a chance to see if I could do it.
And then, there was all the trouble from the grown ups for being so careless I didn't dare to tell them I did it on purpose :)