Smooth WatersA Poem by MarlenaWhat I imagine my imagination is like. :)I write because my imagination that timeless neverending river overflows and it's all I can do to keep from drowning myself and the one ever-present being the one who prances through the waters of said river from drowning. Like wise with painting, with drawing, I do so just to keep myself from swelling with whatever I find cruising around that water, whatever floats past and, occasionally, when I fall in and just CAN - NOT - STOP and find so many things, beautiful and hidden, by that crystalline water, by that lovely, perfect, cold and smooth clear water, I should be able to see down to the bottom but I never can and my muse? she dances in the water and kicks her feet and she dives in and pulls out pretty things while I write and scoop out buckets full of that river and she gives me pretty little treasures and I set them down beside myself and gently etch them into the paper and, together, we can calm the swelling. But only together. © 2009 MarlenaAuthor's Note
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