The Lake

Uncompromising, hard society standards
and the rocky nature of some relationships
tend to hem me in from many directions.

Yet, the inlet of ideas, surges or in trickles;
The circumstances which either influence
or cause turbulence in my otherwise
placid existence;  The outlet of thoughts:

my actions and reactions in need, in fear
in sadness, out of joy, out of the abundance
of my heart, all these things not only shaped me 
to what I am now, but also help me thrive.

Daily ablation help remove the weight of excess,
connections which do not help but bring harm.
I reach into the deepest recesses of my being
with a gushing forth spring - fresh, nourishing.

Looking up toward the waters upon the heavens,
I send my unalloyed gratitude with the wind.
In return, I receive strength and renewal –
in soft rain, in torrents.  I do not dry up.



After:  Lake by Georgia Engelhard


For Debbie Guzzi's Ten Pictures, Ten Poems, Ten Poets, Ten Days - Painting No. 4
Kim Patrice Nunez
10 January 2016

encouragingintrospectionlifemetaphorfree verse

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