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Thirteen Ways of Looking at Water

Water, element of solitude and chaos, home and ruin, life and death, its power never to be doubted...

Swooning gently onto land,

lapping crests of water kiss golden shores to rest.

 

Bringer of life,

bless us with fertility,

fervent throughout entirety.

 

Wide eyes form sorrowful droplets of water,

scarring silver seams of mourning.

 

Clouds of funeral grey veil the sky with heaven’s waters.

 

Icy fluids flood without mercy,

thrashing limbs submit,

razor squeals form solemn yelps…

then she is at rest, one with the water.

 

Bathe me in the river of forgiveness,

rid me of sinful misdeed,

a burden to my soul.

 

Shards of crystal glisten,

descending in unison to exist as one with earth's cosmic mirror.

 

My presence serves devastation,

feasting on homes and civilisation,

I am death.

 

All are hush,

no one dares resonate over the water of nights lake.

 

Water harsher than venom crackles scolding blows spelling consequence for all.

 

A guest to porcelain silence,

she is at peace with tranquil waters,

the lake her lullaby.

 

Like lilies they rise,

ever-glowing fireflies soar across the moonlit pond of midnight.

 

I gaze ocean-eyed across the water,

what would be like to call home an ancient expanse of blue?

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