Water is


A Winter's tale



Today, the water stands still
tranquil

in glorious white triumph.



Like a blanket, like a sheet
in
crystal molecules

it lays

warming the eyes


Water hovers, waits
the spring

waiting to renew its form
and change its shape

from ice
to manor
from cold to light fluid

to shed
ones winter fur

waiting to reunite
with the buds of Mars



It will soon turn ...
from a still brook ...

to a violent Roar!

The water will knock against rocks and walls,
the arch enemies from the beginning of time,
Great, mad, hungry, tides

will confront the Moon!
will spit rage against the heavens
searching, weeping for greek old shores,

pushing through memories thee,
of earth, dust and all human kind

The water Comes, came, is and
was

and calms ...

the world is once again
still


the water
bides its time



and now making crunchy sounds
under my feet

when I walk

on it
in the winter
night








Words by Ivan R
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Written on 2014-02-04 at 00:48

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so beautifully descriptive... it takes me right with you on this walk, like I'm witnessing the scenery and life of it myself and I'm part of it. Very nicely done, I enjoyed that very much - thanks.
2014-02-06


Commentally Ill
you traverse from "light and lovely" to "cry havoc" smoothly and with skill. but then you tread on the defeated protagonist, crunching it under your feet.

this poem is nothing short of disturbing, so naturally, i like it.
2014-02-06



I like the idea of the tides confronting the moon, rather than the the other way around. I can picture them slapping the moon for its impertinence.

Pleasing way of looking at the metamorphoses of spring--ice to water, cold to warm, and perhaps your own change of moods from the hibernation of winter to the rebirth of spring.
2014-02-05



Your descriptions of the water that is frozen under your footsteps are so vivid that I feel the darkness and the cold. Like a song you begin and then the passion of the water's journey take over, to end again, with the calm frozen water under your footsteps. I love seeing your emotions come through your words.
Ashe
2014-02-04