Water understands immutability.
Water will always be water whether liquid, vapor, ice,
it does not question its vacillations or many moods:
blackened cloud walls
trail rain in wide veils
to the water line
squall waves advance
like desperate soldiers
taking the beach
the sky pink silky and spun
red wisps reflect
upon the silent ebb
naked sand shimmers
under a flooding moon
velvet tide
fog caught in spiny treetops,
the sweet remains of morning
weightless and white
towering indigo walls
erode the crystalline past
into the sea
it is all one to the droplet
effortlessly becoming the ocean.
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I love the new poem... yummy on this wet morning... The pairing with the painting is especially evocative... favorite lines: blackened cloud walls... water will always be water... spiny treetops... towering indigo walls...sweet remains of morning
Thoughts: advance like desperate soliders stopped me... especically in light of the last line, which I love, effortlessly becoming the ocean... that and crystalline past are the places I lost the tone of the poem!
Hugs, Jen
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