We lost ourselves in
the splendor of the lake,
dropping like stones to depths
we hadn’t fathomed before —
hiding from the real world.
We will break the surface again,
water rippling out in waves
from our bobbing heads —
but that hasn’t sunk in yet.
© 2021 | Phillip Knight Scott
Quadrille # 137: Throwing Poem Stones over at dVerse
Often Mumbled Musings 
NICE! There’s a great metaphor here, for sure.
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Thank you so much 🙂
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This is beautifully done Phillip! Such a great analogy for our times!
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Thanks so much!
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You are welcome!
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Nicely done. I especially like the first stanza.
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So glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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This is a poem where any mood would work, but always hope at the end. Nicely done.
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Thanks so much – always hope in the end!
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You’re very welcome.
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We are certainly dropping in new depths for sure….
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We certainly are!
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A wonderful metaphorical message. I like your hopeful conclusion.
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Thanks so much, Ali!
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We dive into the depth, the unknown, to discover, what’s, hidden, within our, selves…
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We better get our heads right!
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Ha – indeed!
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I can’t say I blame you for wanting to hide down there!
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The lake is big – all are welcome to hide for a little bit!
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I really sank into your words, Phillip. Lovely!
❤
David
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Thanks so much 🙂
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deep
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I like this, the ending might me think of the way that our true prison is that of the craving for oxygen…
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Certainly limits our options
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