tagNon-Erotic PoetryStill Waters

Still Waters


Waters are cold and clammy,
Still waters even more so,
Rivers run deep
and slow in places,
Hiding their secrets,
carrying untold tales.

when they run fast
and clear,
Open and tinkling,
rushing headlong,
All before
is washed clean,

Taken anew
bled clean
the rest is
just so much flotsam
and jetsam.

Be that manner
of river that suits
Me best
Birds wheeling in
the air above,
eyes straining to
view the depths below.

a river of
life and
those waters run

I sup from it ,
                          sitting at the edge,
I float away.

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