Waters Edge

Why am I drawn so closely to the water’s edge? Is it to simply grab a taste of the sweet nectar that lies beneath my feet or is it a totally different allusion occurring in my mind.  Always I sit there staring at my mirror image unveiled from the glimmering surface I so humbly endure. I cannot touch for that is forbidden, I cannot taste for that is against the rules. I am outlawed only to sit back and picture myself. Why do I just stand there motionless, unable to speak even the tiniest word? After time with myself the earth and space seems to be taking its toll on me for it knows as well as I do what lies inside my enigma of imagination. Signs begin to occur when my transparent self disappears as quickly as it had appeared with the translucent freedom of the breeze. I yearn to hear those anxious whispers and those commendable phrases but a lass I hear nothing as the wind terminates inside itself and the bright blue waters turn hazy and opaque. Making me feel that I am on my own and must cascade into myself to find the true answer, do I dare drink from this sweet nectar or do I figure out my own signs before I step into more unknown

Reviews

[Scout Ventures]

Interesting jaunt through your mind! Each word works with the next like floor boards laying shoulder to shoulder. Over all very nice!

[poeticsafari]

I love the analogy, and thank you very much for taking the time to read it