Washed Away.
Sometimes we just can’t catch our dreams.
Dreams tumble
and fall,
ripples in a river
dancing one upon
another,
moving ever
onward
and away.
Only to be lost,
devoured
beneath
ever restless
waves
as they leap
and break
on windswept
shores.
© sweetwater 2023
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There’s something about water… touches our souls in so many ways. Smashing poetry. A Sweetwater name and a Sweetwater poem.
Thank you that’s very kind of you, I love small streams running beneath grassy banks with overhanging trees, so easy to just stand and dream the day away.
I once lived in a cottage on a lane between mixed woodland, the cottage was called ‘Rose Cottage’ and the lane was ‘Sweetwater Lane’ after the lake further down, so I couldn’t really use anything else 🙂 Sue x
You’ve not lost your touch Sue
Mike XxX
Hi Mike, so pleased you have read and commented, Thank you very much, I am glad you think that. Sue xx
sometimes, we can’t even save ’em. quite pithy.
Didn’t manage to save mine perhaps they were too big 🙂 Thank you for commenting, it’s much appreciated. Sue.
I love great water images. You may consider writing about sweetwater lane. If already done, please tell all. Love and prayers – allets –
I have never written about the lane, I wish I had. Many thanks for commenting I very much appreciate it. Sue x