Water's Edge

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


Comments

  1. 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.

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    1. Thank you. For me it is entirely rejuvenating.

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  2. This is soo beautiful! ❤️ I love the image; " In the cool water fingers drifting across stone and shell."

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  3. Your poem is stunningly vivid, beautifully composed.

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  4. Yes, so beautiful. I can't really state it better than Kerry. This one made me feel... I love poems that do that.

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  5. "Like some strange naiad
    Under the moon's distant gaze
    I lay my body down"

    Gorgeous.

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  6. I 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.

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    1. Thank you! That certainly makes it sound very magical! Appreciated!

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  7. Ahhhhh I want to be there!

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  8. "The water is cold but it calls me home." I love that.

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    1. Even in the middle of summer those lakes are cold! Thank you so much!

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