I’m a Speck on the Lake
Adrift on an inner tube that’s
large and black as a serpent’s
mouth, or a ship afloat on a lake,
and I’m watching thunder clouds
growing, and blooming white.
I’m a continental drift, somewhere
between heaven and its echo.
for Twiglet # “Blooming White” and dVerse “Come Sail” © Misky 2020
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It's Still Life 
14 responses to “I’m a Speck on the Lake”
Oh wow. I love this. Rapture.
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Thanks, Sarah. And thanks for the prompt.
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Oh, man, do I love this. So descriptive. And what a great last line.
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Thanks, Debi. x
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So lovely and drifting. It’s like a breeze above it all observing what is below. Beautifully, evocatively written!
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Many thanks for lovely comment, Lucy.
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Interesting… and we all live on these specks on the lake!! Well done!
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I love floating on innertubes, but there is a fear of floating out too far without a tether to place. I like the way the lens shifts from small to large.
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I see / feel it. I’m there.
Perfect.
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Between heaven and its echo… wow
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Magic in that last line.
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Thanks, Jules.
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This is magical….from the first line when I’m leaning back, realizing how small I really am while looking up at the shape-shifting clouds in the immense sky to the larger realization of the continental drift…..just floating in a lake….daydreaming…..thinking about what life is really….a speck on the lake. Really enjoyed this one!
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Thanks, Lillian!
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