Getting Stuck

Getting Stuck

Getting Stuck The silt turned mud; wet from sky rains That mimicked my tears, Blemished my soul. Splattered, my foot, sunk deep into the goo. The more I tugged and pulled, the thicker the gook became. I remained in place as thoughts swirled . A maze of indecision....
Water  Me

Water Me

Water me I stood along the sandy beach, Felt the splash, heard the crash, And relished in the spray Of wild water. I wandered within the droplets. As the current surged away. The ebb and flow of My tidal wave. Salt ripples clung to my skin, Peppered me with ocean...
What good comes from something out of order?

What good comes from something out of order?

Where does the cycle begin? Does rain fall first and then evaporate into the clouds? Or do the seas rise upward to fill the sky, moistening the air particles. I’m more water than matter but my feet carry me, a walker not a fish. You need male and female to create a...
Light Touch, the touch of light

Light Touch, the touch of light

Light Touch: the touch of light Sun kissed my eyes And lite up the sky. And still I remained Caught in dreams colored By the deep blue sea. The emerald green of light streams soft touches in shallow water shimmering hello. I felt the ruby red of lips, Light as a...

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