It Is

I ran to the river

I walked in up to my waist

I let fall the pebbles

I had been carrying

To my surprise they did not sink

But dissolved straight away

Coming undone there in the water

I thought about my life coming undone

All the rooms I’ve had

All the dishes I’ve washed

Every person I’ve been

Each one I thought

As real as a stone

But it is earth crumbling

It is sugar on my tongue

It is the river I return to year after year

It is always there

It is always “me”

But the water is different every moment

Always created and never destroyed

And I wonder

As I watch my hands

“How can this be?”

But it is

By queenofelves

Writer, artist, and magic-user. Lover of fantasy and romantic poetry. Always exploring!


  1. Again so lovely and enchanting. So sorry you took my cash and wanted more, guess it was too good to be true…you are so intriguing and I am still tempted..


      1. Damn, that would explain a lot! Had a not so pleasant interaction with ‘you’ !

        Sent from my iPhone



  2. I propose the idea that every action is a note played in people’s heart, I am not the notes I’ved played but how I chose to play them to be a part of the symphony that’s life


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