The water hole fits so perfectly between the high red rocks
like a mirror fashioned from a broken piece of sky.
A dragonfly hovers for a moment, reflected in a perfect likeness
then seeming to sense my presence it disappears.
My couch is warmed by the sun, a smooth, time-worn boulder
and the lines of progress on the rock face talk of ages.
This is the oldest place I know, a place of peace and reverence.
Down through the invisible water, I watch the fish relaxing
they seem to be waiting just as this landscape waits.
This sanctuary appreciates the harmonica, played softly
as the sound is stirred and mixed with its echoes.
A gum tree has emerged from a crack in the wall, a sapling yet
it will one day cast its shadow on the spot where I sit
and other thinkers will enjoy its shade as they dream.
If I stare unblinking into the water, the reflections blur
I can see her face like some spirit of the wild, a half smile
Stirs my mind and I slide comfortably into a daydream.
Author notes
With the city so far away, it is so easy to forget that there is such a thing as lonely
A contest entry
- Evoke My Artistic Vision by crazylittledevil.
440 points, ended March 20, 2007, 24 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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A very serious piece of writing, El. My only quibbl was with "invisible water" --- translucent would ring more true, eh? But I trifle, this is a wonderful poem.
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Very well done, it has evoked a vision of a tranquil waterhole that you describe. It is very close to what i was after. good luck in the contest.
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I love this place, and feel I've been there having read your poem. It's not often we find such sanctuary and once discovered it must be cherished. Brilliant writing!
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Do you play the harmonica?
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wow
this made me think back to when i was a child this so lovely i really injoyed reading this thank you for sharing with all us.
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