Your face -
glassy eyes upon the surface
dissipating to the depths below
I see not your beautiful features
blurred from the algae rotting in
the thickening water –
but your touch extends to the
furthest reach of the pond.
Your fingers are the soft cobblestones
caressing my feet.
Your hair is the lily pads
blooming the bright lily
so soft – that can only be
your fine lips within the
even finer waves
of the distant green pond
that resides in my cloudy mind
–
you how ever are most prominent,
your pale skin
forever shining out through
the darkening green algae
of my dimming mind.
Author notes
Prompt:
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Comments
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Wonderful
Very creative and so well expressed. Thank you for sharing. Best of luck in the contest
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Very nice feel to this.
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"Your fingers are the soft cobblestones caressing my feet." I think this is my favorite line. Very wonderfully and fully portrays the picture prompt.
Good luck in the contest.
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