The puddles, unnoticed
gathered along the dips
Low spots
collecting the rain
and gone before the moon returns.
What differentiates a pond from a lake from an ocean?
Is it the depths?
The amount of which is pure unknown and terror?
Is this what you hear when I say, “Don’t worry. Everything will be alright.”?
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Author:
Luke Bensing (
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- Published: August 11th, 2025 12:39
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Comments3
A poem that shows the depth of the sea and the breadth of it as well, it rushes like a white water river. Nicely done
Thank you Soren!
You are welcome
I got the sense this is about the mind and its thoughts during those dark nights, sometimes they constantly drip and sometimes your mind is flooded with them, interesting and enjoyable read
yes, thanks again for reading!
You are very welcome
Do we ever know what’s under the surface, nice.
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