Water

Ponderings of life and signifigance.

A life is but a droplet of water.
Not to discount, pain, love, fear, laughter, hope, or happiness -
A life is but a droplet of water.

A curious thing about water droplets;
They exist of their own, but for a brief moment,
Touching the surface of great canvas
Solidarity is lost, yet something else remains.

A ripple.
Short lived, before assimilating into a humbling reservoir.
Not unlike life.
Short lived, before becoming one with the vastness of void.

Short as it may be.
The droplet caused reaction.
The life had meaning.
However fleeting it may have been.

Good,
Evil,
There is no moral to a ripple,
But Cause
And effect.

Whether the body of water
Be still.
Whether churning be
It's main mode,
The effect is still there.
For if there were no droplets
There would be no humbling reservoir.
The vastness of the void becomes
quite less humbling.

Nothing remains to be awestruck.
Nothing remains to perceive.
The current would remain
but not the unexpected ripples.
Planets, stars, quasars, and metals that burn 'cross the sky.
Have all been set in motion -
Controlled by physics.
But they are not the unexpected ripples.
Life is the universe's evolution, as much as our own.
The randomization factor.

Two droplets, in still water
On opposite ends
Spawn ripples opposed.
Most often one ripple
overpowers
overbears.
The effect is still there
though weakened
from battle.

Two droplets
falling together
form a ripple
far greater than
the wave of one
alone.

Some made grandiose.
Some spray to mist ,
leaving little effect.
Some freeze on way down -
a defense mechanism.
Melting in the end regardless.

Yet still a greater
coursing wave
is forged through sheer alliance.
Dropped together
Potential energy
combined,
entwined.
Coalesced, a stronger effect felt
than ever were
from solidarity.

But what makes these droplets?
A storm?
A gentle cloud sailing a warm day
Waiting to burst
and let out life?

Do droplets cling together of choice,
or is it the movement of the wind
on the way toward assimilation?

For rain falls
and when it falls
a maelstrom of ripples
beats off its own energy.
Cancelling out,
diving down.
Some conquering outpouring waves.
Some drowning in the torrent.

Yet together they become something even more majestic.
Precious, rare, and elegant -
Beautifully poised as life becomes one with landscape.
Waterfalls.
Crystalline. Limpid. Pure. Torrential.
Ever-flowing as long as the droplets
are forged up high.

Creating its own vast, no longer a slave
to the ever change. To the rancorous sea of
wave stabbing wave.
Creating it's own void, combining droplet goals,
glinting stars off the night sky
as it flows,
becoming it's own
Where droplets choose to lie.

Author's Note

Please enjoy!

Reviews

[Luisa]

This one is pretty good. It's a lot clearer about its message than most of your more recent poems, and, similarly, you use much more common diction in this one and less of the grandiose poetic style you use these days. I do think it'd benefit from a more poetic style, simply because some parts read almost conversationally and break the poetic flow (for me, "controlled by physics" is an example – it just doesn't seem necessary). The other big comment I'd make is that the idea here is simple and powerful, but the length of the poem leads to some twisting and distraction from the central idea, and I feel it would be better shorter. Overall, though, I like that it has a clear central message, and I think the metaphors you use work really well.

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Intriguing and quite interesting, enjoyed