
In the lake
Laying placid
Lies buried
meanings deep
Calm on the surface
Like a pretending mirror
Reflecting the fake
Hiding the truth beneath
the inquisitive finger
Scratches the surface
In a poke of inquiry
Pierces the flimsy sheath
Ripples give away
the illusion
Distorting the unreal
Revealing the truth we seek
It’s not the blue sky
Or the ochre of the woods
It’s the flow of the water
And the stillness of the deep
#Keepitalive
#Whatdoyousee
#WDYS
Beautiful and profound thoughts. Thanks for joining in
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Wonderful lines, especially that last stanza.
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Thanks 😊😊
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there is stillness in this poem
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Thanks for feeling the stillness 🙂
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