4 elements: poem 3- Water

Water

Mighty ocean, stream and river
you carved the rocks and did deliver
Mighty caves with chambers hidden
The ocean firmanent forbidden

The lightest drizzle a soundless prelude
Upon us soon a thunderous deluge
Your ebb and flow a constant movement
From surges vast to raindrops prudent

Your knowledge and your mystery proud
We cannot silence your shouts aloud
Your move us upstream and push perception
I could not live without your correction

We dont deserve your candid notions
That life is flexed with contorted motions
Our bitter end that we wont save
Is answered in the smallest wave

So look towards the ocean west
Listen to its scorn and jest
For water holds all hope unknown
Words speak imbued with liquid tone

copyright@matthewrichards2007

BB

Greaaaat (again) You didn't include the swimming pool or water bottles kicking around our feet(!)!!!!! Again with the Aidan (Bless you dancing with the fairies you old Sweetie) legacy!

Are you sure you didn't eat a poet for breakfast???? Hope if the sickness bug is still making you spin it has inspired creativity as a bonus !