surrounded by deep dark turbulent water
filled with denizens of doubt
and topped with white capped waves of worry,
is close enough to see
but much too far to touch.
The concrete certainty of tactile experience eludes;
leaving one to wonder if what is only envisioned
is ever truly attainable.
Written as part of B.S. Poets/Poet Share, 8/17/13, Prompt Number Five.
1. Write a short poem or vignette about the Gif or image.
2. Link back to Poet Share/B.S. Poets from your post.
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4. Read the other pieces and leave a comment after linking.
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Two of them! You have been working out Letitia! (A poetry/workout joke.) The title is cool! Are you picking my brain, yours, or who's? Lol!
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