Saturday, July 08, 2006

In Search of Still Water
By Don Iannone

Soul waters run deep
throughout my being they seep.
On the surface violently rough
testing whether I have the stuff.
Razor-sharp waves capsize my lifeboat
almost dashing my hope of staying afloat.
Into the turbulent dark waters I dive
to the depths I plunge to survive.
Fear as cold as icebergs in the sea
grips my heart and the rest of me.
Sun-lit mountains beckon from below
in their direction I must flow.
A faint rainbow appears as I swim deeper
a welcome sign from the Great Keeper.
Reaching the no turning point in my descent
my spirit takes over without my consent.
The waters warm and fill me with light
a sun-filled clover field is now in sight.
Near the bottom the waters turn perfectly still
from that peaceful place my heart does fill.

9 comments:

Kathleen said...

wow... amazing... I just went there with you... nice journey...! thanks Don!!!! :)

Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Thanks Kathleen. This poem is an epic adventure. Don Quixote was there.

Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Samuru...thank you.

Jim said...

Great rhythm, really 'moving', very 'wet', good swim Don.

Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Thanks Jim. This was lead off poem in my Still the Waters poetry book.

CE said...

Don,
You inspire me to write poems. Altho it can take a lot of time to polish them. I hope to write one today without polishing it too much.
Poems should be read and recited until the meaning sinks in.
Or just read for the beauty of it.

Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Imemine...poetry is a special archetypal language for me that has replaced prayer in my life. It puts into words what I feel deepest inside. First and foremost, write from your heart without fear of what anyone might think.

Dan said...

I remember this one...

Don Iannone, D.Div., Ph.D. said...

Hey Dan...you should. One of my few rhymers.

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