More and more I like to stay at the lake
Time ambles down the berm one section at a time
Like to change myself into a cloud, every time I look up
Is replaced with a reliable low place
It collects too many things outside of itself
The reflections are the things outside the lake
So are the clouds, so am I
The meaning of a lake
Is just that once someone passed by hand in hand
Like its absolute physical calm
Liked its slight stagnation with each step toward the depths
Quite a few things are held back, with all things in mind
Born in a huge depression
Embracing an even bigger concave shape
Give back the sky
About the Creator
Mariana R Penn
True satisfaction comes from within you, not from outside people and things.
Keep reading
More stories from Mariana R Penn and writers in Poets and other communities.
Center Stage with Paul Stewart
*** I'm keen to republish the interviews I did for my series with Vocal creators. It's been a few years and I thought it might be nice to revisit these wonderful conversations. I'll be releasing them one at a time for a few weeks/months.
By Heather Hubler4 days ago in Interview
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.