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.


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.

Note to all pop over toBrenda‘s page and read some of her wonderful stories and posts.

14 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. sugarbeechronicles
    Aug 12, 2013 @ 00:02:16

    I cannotunk over to Brenda’s page; it says it’s no there anymore. 😦


  2. saminaiqbal27
    Aug 12, 2013 @ 01:09:32

    I love the style of the poem, the repetition sounds so smooth. The explanation helps to understand the style. Thanks for sharing such a beautiful flowing, rhythmic poem. Take care and have a lovely day.


    Aug 12, 2013 @ 08:26:04

    magnificent !


  4. brazen
    Aug 12, 2013 @ 11:01:50

    Awsome can really feel it……


  5. John W. Howell
    Aug 12, 2013 @ 21:06:47

    Thanks for visiting my blog


  6. WordsFallFromMyEyes
    Aug 13, 2013 @ 20:43:39

    Wonderful again, Willow. I can feel the rhythm, the pace, the meaning. Ah yes, someone sticks their oar in!


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