“the weight of water”

Written for:  The Twiglets #309 - the weight of water

You cannot measure
the weight of my tears.

Floating in the pool,

she watches
stillness of blue-black glass
curtain of lake water

          A man lifting weights at poolside
        showed muscles well oiled to his bride
                gave her a wink
              but as he blinked
weights slipped from his grasp, splashed into pool, bride sighed.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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5 Responses to “the weight of water”

  1. Misky says:

    Ah yes, floating in a pool. So relaxing.


  2. Jules says:

    The best beach… in Maui – water as warm as a bath, and clear too.
    Water is a unique element.
    …seems the new bride is in for some ‘surprises?’ 😀


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