A poem
It's a very memorable poem. I particularly like the play on the double meaning of the word 'reflection' and the tension running through between stillness and motion. Thank you for sharing with us 💜.
Thank you Suzanne, and especially for noticing the small details!
That's interesting how the rains will gone and turn right to steam, yet that which remains does so much good for those that depend on it.
Thank you Aiden
Beautiful, I love reading nature into the human condition, or is it the other way around? Great poem 💜
It's open to debate 🙂🙃 thank you for reading!
I could feel it I swear
Thank you!
I can picture the rain falling softly and its voyage from stream to river to sea
Amazing👏👏👍👍
Thank you Vicky
This is so beautifully written. The juxtaposition at the end really reflects the contrasting qualities of life - all but fragmented !
I loved the following stanza ,
“Above, the air is pregnant
With the tension of a storm
Yet to break”. Such a brilliant explanation of a storm brewing
Thank you Leonorra!
le grand mystère est révélé .... very well put 🦋
Thank you Andre!
you’re very welcome …. it’s sort of reassuring that at least one other person (spirit) has figured this one out …. it was getting hopeless … 🦋
There's hope yet.
Pancake Sushi, I stood there with you at that pond. What a visual painter you are! Fondly, Michael
Thank you Mike!
It’s a poem that feels like standing beside water just before a storm, watching the world hold its breath.
There’s something striking in the way the rain is described — almost like emotion rising and dissolving before it can settle.
The moment by the pond has a quiet honesty to it, the kind of pause where you end up seeing yourself in the reflection.
The lilies add a gentle touch, their delicate look contrasting with that rubbery texture you only notice when you’re close enough to touch.
I liked the tension in the air, that sense of a storm waiting to break but choosing to linger a little longer.
The idea that water and mountains share the same restless energy gives the whole scene a strange, living force.
There’s a real beauty in the thought of movement trapped inside stillness, waiting for the right moment to push through.
The ripples feel almost like a quiet teacher, offering a lesson without insisting on it.
The final lines carry a soft, philosophical weight, suggesting a dissolving of the self into something larger and more fluid.
By the end, you’re left with a sense of gentle transformation — not dramatic, just quietly profound.
Thank you APC!
I enjoyed the comparison between water and the mountain. They are both always there, before us and after us. Great poem.
Thank you Parker!
Ah the poem reminds me how pleasant rain is in this summer.
Thank you Qamr!
I was struck by the contrast between stillness and motion. Even the quietest things are alive with energy. <3
Thank you Petra!
<3
Them nature flows. From the river to the mountains all is beauty and awe inspiring. Great write. ✍️ 👏👏👏👏
Thank you Lyon
This is energy in motion
Thank you Franky
Loved the way you described how the clouds looked before they gave way to the rain. It felt old, almost classical.
Thank you Matthew!
Absolutely beautiful, Mike! 🥹
Thanks Rafa
It's a very memorable poem. I particularly like the play on the double meaning of the word 'reflection' and the tension running through between stillness and motion. Thank you for sharing with us 💜.
Thank you Suzanne, and especially for noticing the small details!
That's interesting how the rains will gone and turn right to steam, yet that which remains does so much good for those that depend on it.
Thank you Aiden
Beautiful, I love reading nature into the human condition, or is it the other way around? Great poem 💜
It's open to debate 🙂🙃 thank you for reading!
I could feel it I swear
Thank you!
I can picture the rain falling softly and its voyage from stream to river to sea
Amazing👏👏👍👍
Thank you Vicky
This is so beautifully written. The juxtaposition at the end really reflects the contrasting qualities of life - all but fragmented !
I loved the following stanza ,
“Above, the air is pregnant
With the tension of a storm
Yet to break”. Such a brilliant explanation of a storm brewing
Thank you Leonorra!
le grand mystère est révélé .... very well put 🦋
Thank you Andre!
you’re very welcome …. it’s sort of reassuring that at least one other person (spirit) has figured this one out …. it was getting hopeless … 🦋
There's hope yet.
Pancake Sushi, I stood there with you at that pond. What a visual painter you are! Fondly, Michael
Thank you Mike!
It’s a poem that feels like standing beside water just before a storm, watching the world hold its breath.
There’s something striking in the way the rain is described — almost like emotion rising and dissolving before it can settle.
The moment by the pond has a quiet honesty to it, the kind of pause where you end up seeing yourself in the reflection.
The lilies add a gentle touch, their delicate look contrasting with that rubbery texture you only notice when you’re close enough to touch.
I liked the tension in the air, that sense of a storm waiting to break but choosing to linger a little longer.
The idea that water and mountains share the same restless energy gives the whole scene a strange, living force.
There’s a real beauty in the thought of movement trapped inside stillness, waiting for the right moment to push through.
The ripples feel almost like a quiet teacher, offering a lesson without insisting on it.
The final lines carry a soft, philosophical weight, suggesting a dissolving of the self into something larger and more fluid.
By the end, you’re left with a sense of gentle transformation — not dramatic, just quietly profound.
Thank you APC!
I enjoyed the comparison between water and the mountain. They are both always there, before us and after us. Great poem.
Thank you Parker!
Ah the poem reminds me how pleasant rain is in this summer.
Thank you Qamr!
I was struck by the contrast between stillness and motion. Even the quietest things are alive with energy. <3
Thank you Petra!
<3
Them nature flows. From the river to the mountains all is beauty and awe inspiring. Great write. ✍️ 👏👏👏👏
Thank you Lyon
This is energy in motion
Thank you Franky
Loved the way you described how the clouds looked before they gave way to the rain. It felt old, almost classical.
Thank you Matthew!
Absolutely beautiful, Mike! 🥹
Thanks Rafa