Monday, January 21, 2013

Isn't this fun?

I think Noelle needs a little poem to commemorate this morning:

the lake spinning and shimmering and shining
ripples of light tracing across the water
patterns of fractals, disturbed by skating insects
ducks drifting along
lurking plants under the surface that grab your legs when you swim
so stay out, just watch the water
from your place
behind the glass
where it's warm
and the small waves that drift back and forth
the shimmer around the island
the reflection of the sun as it rises
ever-shining and shimmering and spinning
for you

Poetry that isn't structured is good too, you should remember that.

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