Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Poem for the water.

While i was sitting in my favourite spot at Gas Works Park i wrote a poem about the water, something about the way the water glimmered inspired me to write a few quick words.

The Water.
As i sit on the hill my eyes are drawn to the water.
One spot in particular.
This one spot in the water, like silver foil being crinkled in someone's fingers.
Like the flash on a million different camera's going off all at the same time.
Soon this one spot turns into a stream, then the stream becomes an ocean.
Millions of flashes coming from the water.
With all of our tiny cameras we thought we were capturing the sea.
But the sea had captured us.

1 comment:

A comment for me? Oh how kind you are.