David Byrne Poet Free verse

Hell and High Water

The hand that reaches down to hell
Gets scorched and the hand that 
Reaches up to heaven gets touched.
Hell and high water hand in hand.
Level lake disturbed by the swimmers
Stroke; arm follows arm slicing the still
Water. He daydreams as he glides 
Like an eel, glistening in the sunset.
Hell is quenched by the water he has
Touched.

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Anthony Beesley August 25, 2010 at 10:47 AM liked it a whole lot.fire and smoke love and hope still get burned and make that u-turn

Linda-Marie Sweetheart July 9, 2010 at 1:16 PM Well David this could almost be a Grook .. why don't u enter it in the Grook contest.. its pretty awesome.. as always.. hope u are doing better.. my friend.. leaving in a few hours for our flight back home... so much to tell u on F.B. very soon.. of course ..advice will be needed as only u can give .. with luv..

Carolyn Devonshire July 9, 2010 at 10:58 AM Like the way you compare life to a "swim" between hell and high water. Very interesting and thought-provoking poem, David! Love, Carolyn

Doris Culverhouse July 9, 2010 at 8:53 AM enjoyed reading today, deep thoughts

Andrea Dietrich July 8, 2010 at 10:45 PM very interesting how you ended this one up with the swimmer in the lake. I enjoyed this! LUv,Andrea

Caroline Cécile Delacroix July 8, 2010 at 10:17 PM Very nice write and interesting, David. Enjoyed the thought process. And thank you for your kind comments on my latest.