I sit on on the banks waiting
storms rage and pull me down
tumbling and turning downstream
to unknown waters
and rest on the bottom of a pool
submerged
dreaming of calm
hoping to be found
Sunshine awaits me
skipping across waters
dancing and playing along the way
joyful
I rest on the banks
open to the warming sun
storm worn edges
grounded
smooth and polished
in your pocket
to rub your worries away


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Back to work I go tomorrow...grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
there's plenty of storm water running here at the moment. It hasn't stopped for days and they say there's worse to come. ugh!
I am not good with poetry...too logical, too scientific.
BUT, I LOVE THIS ONE!
I love the flowing words and the images they create.
Dreaming of calm waters & warm sun myself!
this one!
Great writing job.