The Strong Arm Water
He’s the strong arm of water.
A river at night.
We move around the fringe of few
and plenty words.
Breathe hard as frozen rain
that sticks to skin.
And we drain the river.
written for Twiglet #216 and dVerse “Edges and Fringes” Image from Flickr, Creative Commons © Misky 2021
10 responses to “For Twiglet #216”
Water always wins, whatever its form. I like it best warm, coming out of whirlpool jets 🙂
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‘We move around the fringe of few
and plenty words.’
That’s how a relationship in lockdown feels sometimes!
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Misky – you remind me of all the times man attempts to control water. All the dams…
And the mighty Niagara Falls – there is beauty in the force the strong arm of water.
Too often draining an area for a human purpose just messes up so much of the environment for other animals.
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Hi misky , good work also!
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Thank you, Rob!
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You are a powerful 5-Star poet, Misky.
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Thank you.
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You’re sincerely welcome.
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Love the ending on this, Misk!
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Thanks so much!
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