The Lake.....
lies… still,
a glistening sheet of tin foil,
shimmering in a cold-eyed wind.
At night
the lake still... lies… still;
a coffin with lid screwed light-tight.
On occasion, the moon trickles light,
lightly across the lake's pitch-black back;
the knack of making the coffin lid crack!
Today, I challenge myself
to touch-dive the lake’s chilling depths,
halfway down I halt, a dark vault,
weakens my errant confidence.
Despite puppet legs and handcuffed arms
I spin frantically to reach a detached surface,
bursting out like some skittish, Scottish salmon
only to be held between the two supremos;
illuminated sky and darksome water.
Tonight, the lake grips my bedroom window
and I watch as watery, inky tentacles
claw and talon at an unsettled shoreline.
Later, I wait for sleep to possess me,
sensing surrounding hills clinging closely
while rain falls like pellets of iron.
So I drift…listening to the lake
whispering dangerous, whispering treacherous secrets
until nature’s seesaw; night tilts into daylight.
Ian Souter
Categories:
light tight, fear, water,
Form: Narrative
4TH of JULY
freedom fireworks break
the sky is mine hot
delight sight light tight blue lake
Categories:
light tight, holiday,
Form: Haiku
WORLD IS BEAUTIFUL
SAY THOSE WHO REALIZE IT
DIFFERENT IN VIEWS
FOR ANGLES DUES
SOME ONE'S EYES LIGHT BRIGHT
SOME ONE'S SENSE LIGHT TIGHT
SOME ONE'S IN MANIFESTATION'S PART
BUT A RARE IS EXPERT
BEAUTY IS GLORIOUS
ALL THE WAY MARVELOUS
IF CONCLUDED WITH WORDS
GOES OUT AND FAR
IT LIES IN ALL
JUST INNER SIGHT RECALLS
HOLY LOVE REFLECTS
JUST NEEDS SWEET WORDS
Categories:
light tight, introspection, philosophy, light, light,
Form: Light Verse