It is farther out than I remember, this reflection swimming upwards against the stream, embracing splash and fall, freedom of lake and river. A sunset in the distance, ripples revealing rainbow coloured wimples. Onward I go, lips pursed, my blood red scars surrounding water. If only the child was mine. I would like them to be unlike me, seamed fishnets, a pin to shock, an outcast to a family who could never grasp the beauty of green ribbon thrown in a September wind, or the onset of Winter, sliding across freshly formed ice.
Wow, excellent.
Thank you, Diana. That is so kind and most appreciated.
A lovely one, Davy. I believe acceptance, tolerance, and letting go are the best we can do as humans for one another. 🙂
You are right, Terveen. Those are the things which will help us move forward. Glad you enjoyed the poetry. 🙌
I especially love this line: ” the onset of Winter, sliding across freshly formed ice.” It’s poetic and lovely!
Thank you, Priscilla. That is kind of you to say so. I’m glad you enjoyed. Have a good week.