Eileen Manassian Poet Free verse

Nearby

Why must I hear
the tempting gurgle
Of the life giving stream 
A sound wet with promise
Of refreshment

Why must I see
The alluring rush of movement
Liquid heaven
An enticing flow
Beckoning me to immersion

Why must I but lie here
Dying for want of water?
The sandpaper of my lips
Not even welcoming
A tongue cracked  
With not a drop of moisture
to bring relief
To assuage the grief
Or parched dreams

My throat constricts
contractions 
that fail to produce
Life
I’m dying

My skin dry
I lie
Devoid of liquid to cry tears
Why? WHY?
Why Am I here
Beside this life giving stream
Tormented 

Where is the angel
To lift my weary head
And gently pour this water
On my waiting lips
Patiently ministering
Again and again
Liquid healing
Waiting….
Till I’m somewhat revived
To carry me
Slowly
Purposefully
into waiting watery wetness
of heaven
Until I am baptized
In liquid bliss

I’m dying here
Here on the edge
I see
I hear
I can almost taste
Feel 
The stream of your love
bathing me
quenching me
freeing me
healing me

Forbidden to drink
Forbidden to taste
Forbidden to touch
Forbidden to love
Forbidden to LIVE

But why?
Why must I die?
When the water of life
Is nearby

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Richard Lamoureux July 16, 2014 at 9:09 AM Based on all these glowing comments I would say the stream is flowing full force! Eileen Manassian July 16, 2014 at 9:10 AM Thank you, Richard. You are kind to me.

Ilene Bauer July 15, 2014 at 6:25 PM excellent title for a very powerful poem! this one is a gem, eileen... Eileen Manassian July 16, 2014 at 2:05 AM You bring me joy, Ilene. I love you. Thanks for being so sweet and checking up on me from time to time. Hugs.

Regina Mcintosh July 15, 2014 at 4:46 PM I enjoyed reading this and hope to read more of your words. Thank you for them and happy writing. God bless you. Eileen Manassian July 16, 2014 at 2:07 AM Thank you, Regina, for reading and posting a comment. I'm touched by the visit. Will swing by to see you soon!

Justin Bordner July 15, 2014 at 3:27 PM Oh wow Eileen, your work is adrenaline heaven for me. I can feel, and understand the weight of your desperation and need for divine refreshment. Angels love us most when we are on the edge of panic and despair, your angel is close. Sometimes we must wait, dying, before the Stream is ready for the gifts of our spirit. That 6th verse is awesome! You are phenomenal woman! Guess what, another masterpiece FAV., its true! J.A.B. Eileen Manassian July 16, 2014 at 2:10 AM Adrenaline heaven...What a sweet sweet phrase! What high praise. May I post that on FB? Phenomenal Woman...Maya Angelou would be proud! ;) Glad you liked the sixth...and that you are faving my work, Justin. I'm touched. I believe you!

Jack Ellison July 15, 2014 at 2:37 PM WOW is right!!! A brilliant write, my dear lady! I'm ashamed I haven't visited more often in the past. I've been missing your oh so creative writes! Loving hugs, Kenny XOXOX Eileen Manassian July 16, 2014 at 2:11 AM Kenny...I've missed you. Yes, you have neglected me for quite a while, and yet...I'd try to visit you as often as I could....I forgive you! ;) That's because you are so awesome! Welcome! HUGS

Keith O.J. Hunt July 15, 2014 at 1:15 PM Pure emotion Eilleen! Wow!! Always~~Keith Eileen Manassian July 16, 2014 at 2:11 AM Keith...thank you for reading and taking the time to post a comment. I appreciate it. Will be by to visit soon.

Dr. Upma A. Sharma July 15, 2014 at 1:14 PM A tremendous write Eileen! So full of emotions ,, really loved the read! Thanks for sharing! Eileen Manassian July 16, 2014 at 2:13 AM An honor to have a visit from you, Dr Upma. Thank you for your kind words! :) Have a great day!

Poet Tacito July 15, 2014 at 11:12 AM Drink up & refill...for a heart's glass should always be half-full, no matter who tries to steal a sip from ones' cup. Splendid. Poet Tacito July 16, 2014 at 11:09 AM This Sunday there will be one. :) Either Nette or Raymond will be the guest. Eileen Manassian July 16, 2014 at 2:14 AM DRAKE!!! If you don't do another show...ASAP...I'm going to go mad! Ok....there is your mandate! PLEASE! Hurry! I've missed you. Thanks for reading...and posting...lovely...as usual! Hugs

Richard Lamoureux July 15, 2014 at 9:44 AM You have a living fountain within you my dear. No reason for you to be parched, simply let it flow to every molecule of your being. Hugs Rick. Eileen Manassian July 16, 2014 at 2:25 AM Richard...you are right, of course, but sometimes...it is that outside refreshing that is needed. Sometimes, it is good just to lie back and be ministered to...and be loved...and cherished...and idolized. Perhaps that is just the dreamer in me...weaving dreams again. Thanks for your visit...be blessed.

Glenn Johnson July 15, 2014 at 9:35 AM Eileen Powerfully touched my own questions about my mortality. Thanks for sharing. Ohhh . . .I did not respond to your comments because I did not how to access the reply. Thanks for your taking the time read and comment on my poems. Glenn Eileen Manassian July 16, 2014 at 2:26 AM Thank you for the explanation. As you can see...I'm going to stay. I can't turn my back on what I love best and dearest...writing. Thank you for visiting and commenting.