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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