still stands the lake
it’s peace a gentle tease
I ask, can it be prolonged
there is so much at stake
still stands the lake
so quiet and motionless
can this be transformed to me
or would it be a terrible mistake
still stands the lake
the bold cliffs peering down
awaiting a rush of morning
but midnight is still awake
still stands the lake
tall pines reaching in hunger
impatient in starlit rest
no feet for needle’s break
still stands the lake
I ponder a silly echo
then hesitate with the serenity of respect
still stands the lake
I enjoyed the repetition of this one. A lovely serenity.
Beautiful! I couldn’t find your poems during the marathon as I was looking under your name. So glad I found you!
Lovely images and metaphors. The repetition serves as a mantra.
Gorgeous description of the lake and landscape! Great work!