I stood at a stones throw
Below me, there was nothing.
i caught a glimpse.
Splashed off rocks covered in water
Under stone, sediment.
My arm grabbing for the first branches rushing past.
Nicking my knee,
with fish nipping at my toes.
My body twisting
wreathed in my clothes.
Then it was cold.
Tasting bitter water.
Starring up and through
Flowing fast blue stained glass.
Trees waving with a cool spring breeze.
I can't scream out
I'm getting warmer
Light crushes the water barrier
Grabs my logged body.
An instant I'm in my bed
A figure ushers me to relax
Take a deep breath
And go to sleep.
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (Cold rush by Joe Kelley )
- A Demain, Randy Resh
- A disease......, PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
- Your Loving Words, Michael McParland
- Culture Of West Bengal, Asit Kumar Sanyal
- Bloomsbury Gang, Nassy Fesharaki
- Her pretty childhood, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- Those visible clouds, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- Cheater, Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi
- Intriguing Mysteries, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
- Merry Christmas, Neela Nath
Poem of the Day
- Unity is Strength, S.D. TIWARI
- The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
- Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
- All the World's a Stage, William Shakespeare
- Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas
- Dreams, Langston Hughes
- Wait, Galway Kinnell
- Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
- Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
- As I Grew Older, Langston Hughes
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1927)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
- Heather Burns
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)