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A poem about water... but not water. |
Glistening pool So inviting The surface shimmers Begging us to dive in We step up to the edge Our bodies vibrating with excitement Our toes curled over the edge. Deciding to count... We hold hands and let the numbers roll out 1.... 2.... 3.... Go! We jump. Our voices triumphant As we throw ourselves with abandon Into the sparkling blue But then..... We hit the surface Expecting to be swallowed up By the shock of cold water But instead... We catapult up Up.... Up.... Up.... Almost reaching the clouds Our screams ones of joy Before realizing We must come down again And where will we land Without parachutes to save us Or water to cradle us back to the earth? Screams turn to terror As we plummet..... Lines = 30. Notes ▶︎ |