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Fluid Perspective

Updated on January 30, 2012

A Pond Flower


Jakeb's Philosophy About Life


Water, The substance of life.

We are all puddles of a kind.

As a babe,

It’s merely a dimple left from the rain.

As we grow,

Our puddle does too.

A spring, a pond, a pool,

A grand lake, or perhaps a sea

In ripe old age,

Some of us become an ocean.

Age is not the catalyst

That generates the size of our basin.

The culmination of experience

and lessons learned on the way.

Our problems appear as

Pebbles, rocks or boulders.

The bricks of our accomplishments

All turn to sand in the end.

A pebble could be a hurt feeling,

A rock could be the battle of illness,

A boulder could be the death

Of a precious person in our life.

The magnitude of loss or change

Is determined by the individual.

Some of us make boulders out of pebbles

For some it’s the other way ‘round.

How to turn these stones to dust?

We may pound at them ourselves

Or get help from a friend, doctor, lover.

Such helpers may sit by our shore

With their mallets and chisels,

Some may even dive in with a jack hammer.

Whether it is by our own hand or another

The rocks must be broken & shattered

Transformation occurs and our bayou swells.

Pumps affect our body of water

Thirsty vampires may drink

To fill their own gulf

Absorbing our essence.

There are good ones as well,

Those that share love and friendship,

Exchanges that fill both lagoons,

With ethereal silver nectar from the universe.

Sometimes we get cold.

Sheets of ice cover our reservoir.

The rocks and pebbles thrown our way

Accumulate and are held for later.

Then it warms, the ice melts.

All those rocks hit us at once.

We have to wait for the

Ripples and drifts to calm

So the work can begin again.


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    • htodd profile image

      htodd 5 years ago from United States

      Thanks for the nice post ...This is really great hub

    • bborrello profile image

      bborrello 5 years ago from Oregon, USA

      Thank you so much! I wrote it from a story my son told me when he was 10.

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      savanahl 5 years ago

      What a beautiful poem. Great imagery.