A still lake is that kind of glass
that reflects things staring at it :
that hot lady during the day,
that greyish man during the night ,
the gliding planes , the flapping jets .
A still lake is also that glass
that reflects things staring through it :
the harmless , little submarines ,
the soft hard rocks which sit on sand ,
Algae so green , pebbles so smooth .
Like the soft claws of a lover ,
on her the sun's rays do ripple -
warming her up from crown to sole
and with steam she in turn repays .
Her wiggly waggly puffs of steam !
I've always craved to see a lake
that's crystal clear , that's still , that's fresh .
Jointly with the woman I love .
so when we stare , we'll see two beings
that in a serene planet dwell ,
loving themselves , snubbing the world ,
fully circled with nature's fruits
and then , we'll learn to be like them !
© AIYEJINNA ABRAHAM O•2020
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Author:
Aiyejinna Abraham O. (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The environment of a lake area, is something I\\\'d love to visit with my future lover. Just two of us alone?😁
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May that lake be there for you and your lover Aiyejinna.
Andy
Amen. Thank you, Andy.
Good write Aiyejinna.
Thank you. Orchidee.
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