THE LAKE OF LIFE

THE LAKE OF LIFE

A Poem by Mary Fioratti

 

 

 


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
THE LAKE OF LIFE
 
The lake of life
is full of enchantment
rhythmic in dreams
it comes in soft waves
and in its rise and fall
takes our body
from ecstasy to nostalgia

The lake of life
has a bright moon
that does not last forever
when you see it
fix your eyes
and save that image
for one day to recall

The lake of life
when you look
as an spectator
is rhythmic and smooth
but when you dive into it
your own pain
becomes intense and deep

The lake of life
often wakes us
in the early and thick morning
fears covering the dark room
choking the silent words
and the premonition
arrives smothered in thoughts

The lake of life
comes and goes, comes and goes
in an unique rhythm
when you see that wave
passing by you quickly
grab it with both hands and all heart
for the first or the last time


Mary Fioratti

© 2011 Mary Fioratti


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I like the description and the wisdom in the words.
"grab it with both hands and all heart
for the first or the last time "
Life is to be lived and celebrate. Thank you for the amazing and hopeful poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is beautiful!

Posted 12 Years Ago


I like the repetition, I really keeps the reader's interest in the subject. And you have a way with words, being able to help the reader visual what you're talking about through really great diction!

Posted 12 Years Ago


I love the last stanza--so well done!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Mary I too see life as it reflects in the water that bestowed it. We are forever drawn inexorably to the sea. The sounds of the waves like the beating of the heart of all Humanity

Posted 12 Years Ago



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