The Water

I sit by the water

Year after year

I stare at my reflection

Sometimes its not so clear

I watch the birds fly overhead

Sometimes I am filled with so much dread

I wish I wasn't so rough around the edges

That I was as smooth as the water's edge

I throw a rock into the water

To watch the ripples appear

They go far and then they go near

Once more the water is smooth and clear.

I wish I was like the water clear

I wish I could teach my heart to hear.

I wish you were near

To tell me that I am dear.

Reviews

[Mary]

My goodness, I think I have to save this to my favorites. The simple motion of water can teach so much- it can bring out the introspection in all of us. Your second stanza took me by surprise- Many poets often equate flying birds with liberation, but in this poem, something in the flight fills the speaker with "dread." Your last stanza ties everything together nicely. Well done.

[Jen Walters]

Thank you for commenting on this older poem. I wish I was able to get back to you sooner but I had internet issues which I just got fixed. Thanks for your kind review, I deeply appreciate it especially on my older works. Have a great day.

[Coyote Poetry]

Perfect ending to a amazing poem.
"I wish I was like the water clear
I wish I could teach my heart to hear.
I wish you were near
To tell me that I am dear."
The above wish is my wish also. A outstanding poem dear Jen.
Coyote