Water
luscious commodity of life
washing our feet clean
wildflowers grow
bringing hope
as deer play
with water
we exist
yet
storms run wild
rains fall and fall
streets become rivers
waves beat upon the house
islands were not there before
refrigerators float along the shore
(Prompt: Write a poem about being in water.)
Love the visual of this poem, it flows really well with the water theme and the rise and fall of the poem matches the rise and fall of the intensity in which water is described. Love.
Thank you. I wasn’t sure about the last two lines in particular. 🙂