to touch the earth is a sensation worth preserving, don’t you think? a central metaphor for all that is holy like the unreality of fire or a meadow full of white moons & even if the forests themselves amounted to nothing but rain, the grainy silhouette of water on water the coarseness of wine or salt on skin at the limits of space deep seas eyelids you’re a world inside out (lips as fine as naked oceans) which brings us once more to the question of life such brief sensations as saltwater the uncompromising permutations of rain
The Used Life 
15 responses to “Water on Water”
What a great poem. The second stanza made my head spin. So good. I think part of what poems do are knock us out of our usual habit orientated condition. You succeed so well in doing this. Thank you.
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Thank you for the wonderful compliment! I’m glad you enjoyed this one…and I think you’re right about poetry having the ability to alter our perceptions.
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Super nice.
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Thank you!
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Hello! Just wanted to let you know that I nominated your blog for the Sunshine Blogger Award, if you are interested in participating 🙂
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Thank you very much! I appreciate the kindness and will be sure to acknowledge you and your blog in an upcoming post.
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Excellent work, friend.
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Thank you so much!
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You’re very welcome! 😎
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Soothing. Like a gentle rain.
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Thank you. I’m happy you enjoyed it.
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Loved everything about this! From the illustration to the meandering shape of the stanzas, everything is reminiscent of how we all are derived from water 🙂
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Thank you! I’m happy you enjoyed it.
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I love your words ♥️
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Thank you!
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