Sunday, March 25, 2007


gasping for air,
but only taking in water.
foamy crests of waves crash
over my head. struggling
for safety.
a hand grasps mine, pulling me
out of danger.
breathing a sigh of relief,
i watch the saving hand
slip into the sea
i reach out, but cannot
save the drowning hand.
i cannot swim.


  1. i feel like a drowning hand... and think i catch the drift of this

    i really like it, and would like to write something similar to it...

  2. I wish I knew what that poem meant. All I really know is that Joseph Smith was a pathalogical liar, a child molestor, a murderer, a con man, a castrater, a flim flam man, and a despot. Adolf Hitler had nothing on Joseph Smith and his band of murderous outlaws.

  3. Loyd, you get a lot of ridiculous anonymous comments on your blog.

    I think your poem is poignant. And I have hope that things will work out.


Please provide a name or consistent pseudonym with your comments and avoid insults or personal attacks against anyone or any group. All anonymous comments will be immediately deleted. Other comments are subject to deletion at my discretion.