Rocks and Puddles

by Maher   Sep 26, 2017


A river flows in a tender surrender
and whilst trees look on, leafy tears kiss the banks.
There, we stroll through the plains of this Winter;
with the thunder of clouds breaking over our backs.
Can you hear the sounds of the sky as it falters,
or the weight of the heavens perching down on our necks?
Should you dry these eyes with a fluid ensemble,
or just wait for this rain to give thanks to regret?
Yet the moon tries hard to send light to our ground,
but the brightness she borrows is, by life, bound.
The slivers of sand where gold used to be
are slowly ebbed away - from river to sea.
Still, you stroll and smile with 'I love you' on those lips;
the blue of your eyes like skies over cliffs.
You waltz through the rain like it were gentle and warm,
as I struggle and freeze: reasoning with this storm.
I reach for all I can as these flood waters rise:
any floating straw, leaf, litter or lie.
I'm so far away - barred by countries and shores:
"Rocks and puddles, my love, and nothing more".

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  • 1 week ago

    by Em

    Oh wow how did I miss this??
    Beautiful

    • 1 week ago

      by Maher

      Thanks Em

  • 2 weeks ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Sounds like a beautiful love song to me.

    Well done.

    • 2 weeks ago

      by Maher

      Thank you, good Sir.

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Beautifully written piece with great visuals. Definitely a deserved nomination. Very enjoyable read. Milly x

    • 3 weeks ago

      by Maher

      Thanks Milly, glad you enjoyed it

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Brenda

    Maher, I do look forward to seeing you post something on the boards. You never disappoint, this piece is no exception. Blown away-

    • 3 weeks ago

      by Maher

      Thanks Brenda, glad you liked it

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    I am glad that it has been nominated. Beautiful
    All the best

    • 3 weeks ago

      by Maher

      Thank you

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