Throw me onto the lake.
Watch how I walk the water
all the way to the center,
moving the fish out of the way.
Awe at the waves I make,
heed the words; I'm the author.
Think I'll sink? Never.
I'll skip away.
Open mouths in my wake,
I refuse to falter.
Keep your eyes on my endeavor,
there will be no replays.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
