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washing over me
and flooding my being a
welcomed liquid embrace
a cocoon enveloping my
eyes nose ears a blurring of
senses floating me crosscurrent
from the estuary to that spot of
freckled sunlight glinting off
limpid waters where leafy canopies
in mirrored reflections tease rippling
the place where You I first sprung

Β© Pamela Rossow

17 thoughts on “Source”

  1. Pam, This is such a lovely poem! I truly enjoyed my visit to your blog. I love all the pictures too. I’m such a visually inspired person, lol! Blessings, Terri

  2. Your images of water in so many forms carries throughout this flowing poem. From flooding over you, floating you through to crosscurrents to limpid and rippling, the water is a constant. Images like freckled sunlight make it very visual, and through it all there is woven a sensuality that is undeniable. Wonderful!


    PS – Thanks for your kind comment on “Bonfire.”

    1. Thanks, I have a thing for water. It’s powerful, beautiful, and can be devastating. I appreciate the visit. Loved your poem. Fire and water πŸ˜‰ Namaste

    1. Just reread your prior comment;
      “I have a thing for water. It’s powerful, beautiful, and can be devastating”

      We are twins it seems in many things. From one Pirate to another, I toast you with a mug ‘o rum and say, well spoke my friend, well spoke. πŸ™‚

      1. Wow, nice then πŸ™‚ I must tell you, as much as I love water, I have turned a greenish hue when actually ON the water, ha-ha. So I tend to admire it on land legs. What a landlubber! As for the pirate thing, hells yeah!

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