secrets of a fountain

inspiration come and gone

Aching to splash in the gold and silver encrusted water, I admire the hands reaching out to me. I am literally stoned by this. Have we switched the matters of which we were created?  Overwhelmed with a definite happiness, I could not move from place. I couldn’t take my eyes off of this creature with fingers extending in a point to my soul, keeping a secret I desperately wanted to know.

Reviews

[Geralyn Miller]

Intriguing, left me wanting more, perhaps in the middle of the poem.

[Inci 2]

very unusual and nice poem