Sparked by Words

Spilled Water

 

A few ounces of water barely fill a glass

Transparent, silent, static at the bottom

Topple the cup, and water flows everywhere

The surge of ounces conveyed quick as a tide

Saturating the books on the shelf, soaking their pages

A clumsy accident we say, and maybe that’s true

 

Grab the nearest cloth and press dry each book

Yet the pages between covers remain damp

They’ll dry in an hour or three, curling like waves

Each sheet bearing a permanent water stain

Dusk gray or dove wing brown as pages shrivel

The rippled intaglio of having been doused

 

We harbor truth within our heart’s deepest coves

It slumbers quiet as a secret tucked in a locket

While hate flows from our tongue, lashing blindly

A snake hissing danger at the edge of reeds

Sorry is a sibilant word, sliding soft from our mouths

Like fire, water burns and leaves a riven scar

 

Just a thought 58

 

 

Image of glass of spilled water courtesy Max Pixel,  CCO Public Domain

 

 

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Comments on: "Spilled Water" (30)

  1. OK, I got stuck with the first line. What about a shot glass? Hmm???

    Moving on, there is a lot of depth in this poem, Shari. ‘Spilling water’ is quite a metaphor for so much in life.

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    • I spilled a glass of water on a shelf filled with books after an evening during which I’d said something I deeply regret. As I rarely drink, and never hard liquor, I would never had thought of a shot glass. But your suggestion is well taken – I’ll think about it and may make a change. Thanks for your input, Jacqui. Wish I’d run this by you before publishing. How was your Thanksgiving?

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  2. A most powerful metaphor, Sharon, and a wonderful poem!

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  3. WOW!!! Okay, exclamation point abuse is not a pretty thing, but in this case they’re earned. I am seriously impressed. 🙂

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    • You’re one of the very few readers who commented about this poem. (I don’t get a lot of readers, either, but that’s another story.) It’s made me wonder that I didn’t connect with people. Thank you, Cathleen, for uplifting me.

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  4. Water and fire are powerful elements in nature that bring both good and bad into our lives. A lovely thought, Shari!

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  5. beautiful – such a poignant subject – the idea that an apology can never totally erase…

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  6. Love this Sharon. What a great metaphor.
    I have always preached about the way people can so easily utter hurtful or hateful words, yet words of love, gratitude, and forgiveness are rarely expressed. And a real heartfelt apology
    well, that went out the window with chivalry, politeness, and romance.

    I have never done this before, but I read this post and thought of you. No need to read or get back to me. Just letting you know I remembered you.

    https://www.quaintrevival.com/my-54-year-old-selfs-gift-to-my-84-year-old-self/#comment-6258

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  7. Beautifully said. And I learned a new word ‘intaglio’

    http://www.henatayeb.blogspot.com

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  8. Love the metaphor here Sharon. I particularly liked your third verse. It is easy to say sorry but so much harder to undo the hurt that it has caused.

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