On the Face Poem, by eckardcb, at My poetic side

Spirit, I need you—won’t you come

Rushing in, splash your water on

The face of my apathy,

Jar me—awaken me

Water crashing on the face

Of complacency—frozen—in place,

Icy water melts on cheeks

And seeps to lips waking up to speak

Splash your water on the face

Of my comfort—lazy haze,

Lulled by drowning in enough

Eyes gently closed in fortress of stuff

Draw me out of the familiar place,

Disrupt lies written on the face

That dull my desire to dig deeper still,

Come, splash water on the face of my will

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sorenbarrett July 22nd, 2026 06:42
Water a peculiar substance is so often used as a means of awakening and so too in this poem. It is the first evidence of birth when the water breaks, it is a baptism to cleans away sins, the washing and anointing of promises the fluid of life itself and cold water in the face awakens us from dreams and delusions. Well written

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