Sara Fielder

A Lake Someplace - Poem by Sara Fielder

Speak to me thee
wet and lonesome lapping waves
Outrun evaporation of your grave
along this chiseled limestone shore
where you have passed
through distant bygone doors
Across the lake,
where terra cotta porticos stand tall
and dark eyed maidens wait for men to call
with servant hearts,
and apron strings,
expecting all the good things life might bring
Explain to me the mystery of this place
The air is still,
the sun upon my face,
weathering whiskered old men
leathered and tanned
who sell fresh fish from a wooden stand,
pausing to smell the cedars high on the hill
that long for a breath of winters chill
Oh, to be liquid just like you
and stare at it forever
through the eyes of a molecule

Written by Sara Fielder © July 2012

Comments about A Lake Someplace by Sara Fielder

  • Bronze Star - 2,631 Points Smoky Hoss (10/19/2013 4:32:00 PM)

    Wow, this is very good, speaks to the soul. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 28 Points Ekaterina M. Polischuk (8/28/2012 2:02:00 PM)

    wonderful poem. it is as light as wind. very inspiring and deep. i like it (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,433 Points Hans Vr (8/6/2012 1:58:00 AM)

    excellent poetry. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 340 Points Captain Cur (7/30/2012 9:21:00 AM)

    A lot of thoughts being tossed around by three wet waves,
    the ending interesting that you chose molecule, one of
    the smallest parts of the chain. Good write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 29, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 18, 2014

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