Water

[cobalt ridge]

Gone floating in the chaos,
the is and once was.

Stomped in puddles of thought,
trying to free water from the mud.

Stood in drops of being,
to strengthen resolve.

Raged against a river,
as it chose to absolve.

Plunged into the ocean,
felt surface shatter.

Observed the waters of fruition,
everything might matter.

[merry drum]

Bombastic! This observation of water and its natures for me reflects a deep qualia for me. Water can be anything, just like language, thoughts, and humanity, and in this allusion I find perhaps that this observation perhaps saliently can be described as "free flow," this despite the solid rhyming scheme you got going on. Water can be be effected and affect other things and transform it, just like art, and in that I found that it resonates with me. It's such a good look into the nature of water itself and I feel in that sense that perhaps this isn't a poem of water, this is a poem of us, rippling in the lake of life

Write more! 💜

[cobalt ridge]

Gee whiz Mr. Thanks. I am very happy you liked it and the deeper stuff came through.

[dusk sand]

U GENUIS WHAT?!
A SHORT POEM THAT SHOWS US OUR HYPOCRITIC NATURE THAT HARMS US WHEN WE ATTACK THOSE MEANT TO BE PARTS OF OURSELVES
WHAT
TAKE MY HAND
TAKE MY HEART
TAKE MY WHOLE LIFE TOO

[cobalt ridge]

I thought you'd never ask, its yours.

[cobalt ridge]

You had me at 'Fart'.

[dusk sand]

Ahh! We are meant to be