Cold Water

I am encased in the deep

Cold water surrounding my flesh

Floating in this stillness, I find peace

Another night of solitude, mind clear

Energy moves in strong blue currents

Pulsing from palm to palm

Boats above cannot be heard

Though thoughts speak of movement

I am still in this silky mold

Happiness, peace, new awakening

This is too much, but for new life I lust

Time and space wait for no man

Not even an old traveler like me

Reviews

[julian3]

This is an excellent piece, for me, because it works on as many levels as the reader wishes to explore; the 'sense' or physical levels, as well as the emotional levels and finally, spiritual levels. There is a sense of smooth, gliding motion and tranquil silence which permeates the overall poem, as well as a mystical sense which reminds me of a song done some time back by Delerium... if you haven't heard it before, I can look up the title for you as it would almost seem linked to your own expression here, not the words as much as the vibe. Well done.

[Cliff Rhodes]

This sounds like a scuba diving poem, from being deep in the cold, cold water of Vortex Springs, Florida.
Nice job.

[Hannah Erickson]

Having fun with that are we? Lol. I like the imagery in this one. The coldness and use of the word "flesh" made it seem kind of negative at first, but I know what you're feeling, so that clarified it for me.