Pieces of My Mind

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8. Still life

So I actually wrote a poem on my own in the middle of the night. I really like it, here goes. It's about a moment on a canoe trip I went on, at night we would all go down to the river and stand in the middle again the current, looking at our surroundings.

Still Life

Swaths of darkness settle over black waters

Chilling the whispering ripples in which the river flows

 

Bats swoop in a downwards spiral toward the glass surface

Glistening bass sprout up shattering the crystal reflection and scattering drops of mercury

 

The stars gleam and twinkle

Shooting across the sky when you blink

 

The moon brightest of all casting its radiance over you

Whitewashing your skin and shining your hair

 

The river is your stage and you delicately dance around the surface pirouetting to the epicenter of the stillness

Gravitating lower until your soles grace the smooth pebbles congregating at the bottom

 

Gaze at the beauty around you 

Lean backward into the current

 

It's stronger than you thought

The rush of water is cold but the pressure is warming

 

Rock back further

Until you float and drift

 

Your hair darkened and flowing

Droplets of crystal beneath your eyes

 

Glide on the icy road ahead

Glaring cold and bright

 

Meander among the quiet

Socialize with the tranquility

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