Still, still the waters where still the light glinting like crystal.
Stroke, stroke arm pulling body gliding like the breeze of a continental Mistral.
Shattering, shattering the oar hits the water throwing hope aside all normality scattering.
Shimmering , shimmering ripples spiraling out slowing down and then slowly flattening.
Able, able the boat pushes through the water up stream.
Abiding, abiding slowly moving on ,moving up as in a dream.
Ambling , ambling floating by running your fingers in the water gazing up at the sky.
Aiming, aiming to get to your goal but the oar is slicing at you as you strive for your goal by and by.
Drifting, drifting time ticks away , ticking and tocking as night follows day.
Drowning, drowning sinking through the water, reeds gripping your legs inviting you to stay!
Deeply, deeply it is pulling you down your lungs are exploding as you spin around.
Deftly, deftly time slows to a still you gently float up, basking in the sun until they find you drowned.
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I have made this poem acrostic, but acrostic by verse as opposed to by line. I have based it on an idea that Brenda had. I had said that whenever
life appears to be running smoothly someone or something from above sticks its oar in! So Thank you Brenda I hope you like this poem.
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