Bitter lake.

By Magdalena



I am silence while my surface is calm     
no wind to make waves through my tranquility     
the ghosts of those lost are sleeping     
I wear the sun like sparkling diamonds     
caught in a picture of captivating beauty     
inviting like hypnotic whispers     
come to me and feel my embrace     
swim along my fluid caress the solution you long     
I can wet the appetite of the most innocent life     
come to me and play for a while  


my liquid coldness is constant     
lives have dipped within my soothing ripples     
and I'm mistaken for friendliness     
the weaker becoming blind to my dangers     
that is when I take to their lungs     
drowning their feeble attempts to catch breath     
I bear down on the cries of a clutching soul     
until my blackness envelopes pulling lifelessness deeper     
trembling currents shift my bed     
burying the debris fallen from my victims minds


the moon when full will raise the tide of my oceans heart     
a swelling pulse of forceful energy in flow     
every liquid quarter is drawn to her beautiful command     
and the children of many shall be born     
giving back to life that what has been taken     
she anoints me with her reflection     
equilibrium being restored by the hand of natures will     
I am eternal and part of the ever evolving future     
you will swim through my caress     
regardless of the forewarning on the approaching winds

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Copyright 2015 Magdalena
Published on Monday, June 22, 2015.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

The personification of water.
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  • Magdalena On Friday, July 3, 2015, Magdalena (615)By person wrote:

    Thank you all, this was part of a collaboration I did with a male friend for a competition. Much appreciated.

  • TropicalSnowstorm On Tuesday, June 23, 2015, TropicalSnowstorm (1703)By person wrote:

    "and I'm mistaken for friendliness the weaker becoming blind to my dangers that is when I take to their lungs" - excellence! This was beautiful and dark. Ciao, T/S Scholar

  • A former member wrote: Absolutely beautiful!! Scholar


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