A Half-Withered Water-Reed
My life was like a half-withered water-reed
Swaying alone, in the winter breeze
I floated between yellow and brown hues
And then I fell into an ocean of purple and blue
Without a splash, I sank like a lead balloon
Halfway down, I rolled over and saw a glowing half-moon
Slowly, I swam back to the glimmering surface
Where, I realized, the universe was my staircase
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Wonderful poem, Ivor. Truly enjoyed the colors….it felt like I was part of a watercolor painting!
Thank you very much for your interesting comments Ynes … I think poetry is about using words to paint images in our poems …