The Brook

The brook is clear
Like diamond waters
Pure, perfect, as this love
Penetrates me over and over

I swim beneath
The surface where I find peace
So natural that it keeps me longing
Wanting more and pleading

Freshwater fishes surrounding me
Like an army protecting me
I feel drenched forever
Seemingly and internally sequestered

2011

 

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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2 Responses to The Brook

  1. Myka says:

    I linger with water,
    it refreshes me.
    It’s what they call
    -Water Therapy.

  2. Kharma says:

    Wow that sounds like a beautiful environment.

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