Still water
puddles into yesterday's tears,
reflecting our pain,
time evaporates its essence,
leaving stains on our souls.

Still water stirs,
under heavy lids of flesh,
where pupils study dreams,
and like babbling brooks,
it runs through worlds
of immense wonder.

Still water cradles,
brushes saturated with paint,
as pigment and wash mix,
into beauty drying slowly,
on a canvas of my vision spent.

Still water sits,
in the porcelain mug of my coffee,
a pick me up which I haven't yet,
as I stir my imagination
into a whirlpool of thoughts.

We are made up mostly of water,

a liqification beneath our flesh,

we are born when the water breaks

and we cannot survive without water'

for very long before we

become a dried up husk.

Think on this the next time

you ingest a glass of water

and thank the powers that be

for such heavenly flow.


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I*n*v*i*c*t*u*s 7 years ago

very nice, thoroughly enjoyable.. I am fascinated by the power of liquid and it's many forms of outpouring..:)

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Jess Killmenow 7 years ago from Nowheresville, Eastern United States

A still life portrait painted from several angles. Very beautiful MFBIII

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poetlorraine 7 years ago

still waters run very deep indeed, enjoyed that actually..... thankyou

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