Water's Edge
I am standing at the waters edge
Watching the moon frolic
Among the waves
Slowly sliding onto the shore
I kick off my shoes
And step into the steady swells
I kneel and place my hands
In the cool water
Fingers drifting across stone and shell
Water lapping in gentle cascades
Across my bare feet
My skin grows numb
Yet I will not leave
I am drawn to the water
Like some strange naiad
Under the moon's distant gaze
I lay my body down
And allow the water
To flow around me
Until my teeth chatter
And my body shivers
The water is cold
But it calls me home
Words: ©2018LCR
Image: No Claim
Real Toads: Human-Landscape Interaction
Real Toads: Human-Landscape Interaction
A beautiful response to the prompt. Water carries many psychological and symbolic meanings, and I think we all feel bonded to it in same way.
ReplyDeleteThank you. For me it is entirely rejuvenating.
DeleteThis is soo beautiful! ❤️ I love the image; " In the cool water fingers drifting across stone and shell."
ReplyDeleteThank you very much!
DeleteYour poem is stunningly vivid, beautifully composed.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteYes, so beautiful. I can't really state it better than Kerry. This one made me feel... I love poems that do that.
ReplyDeleteMe too, thanks!
Delete"Like some strange naiad
ReplyDeleteUnder the moon's distant gaze
I lay my body down"
Gorgeous.
Thank you! :)
DeleteI love how the subject is as pulled towards the water, as much as the water is pulled to the moon. They make a magical triad.
ReplyDeleteThank you! That certainly makes it sound very magical! Appreciated!
DeleteAhhhhh I want to be there!
ReplyDeleteMe too! Thank you!
Delete"The water is cold but it calls me home." I love that.
ReplyDeleteEven in the middle of summer those lakes are cold! Thank you so much!
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