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2023-05-27
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Love Letters to the Lake

Summary:

A series of poems, detailing the experiences of a person and the lake they fell in love with from the beginning to the end of her life.

Notes:

I wrote this series of poems for a class I took, so I figured I could share them before I decide to get back into writing.

The main character/reader is implied to be female, but I tried to write it in such as way that they could be any possible gender.

I hope you enjoy :)

Chapter 1: When We Met

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Your legs are so thin.

So small and twig-like.

But they push you through the water all the same.

 

The water is cold,

but your beating heart

your youthful soul,

keeps you warm

as you continue to paddle.

 

Sodden logs bump against one another.

Ba-dump!

Ba-dump!

Chains that hold them in place chime

below the serene surface.

Dull chimes echoing through your bones.

 

You hoist yourself atop the logs.

Muscles bending and flexing in your arms and legs.

You sit legs dangling over them.

Cold body whipped by the winds

that rush down the mountain

to greet you.

 

You splash about

kicking your little legs with great might.

Summer sun warms your arms.

Pollen fills your nose with nutty and flowery delight.

Below you

lies secrets and treasures untold.

So deep and so far away

 

You will your legs to stand atop drenched logs.

You’re balanced

for only a brief moment

before you slip and fly backwards

into the cold lake water.

 

I’ve got you!

It’s freezing

and it envelops you

in a chilly hug.

 

You whip and thrash wildly in the water,

panicked only for a moment,

before you rise to the surface again.

 

As you breach the water line,

you cling to the logs once again.

Surveying the scene.

 

You see the life that surrounds you.

The trees swell and bend with the wind.

Pine needles and dank wood fill the air.

The sun kisses your frozen cheeks.

Its rays are reflected in green waters.

The lake is peppered with boats

and bodies that squeal with glee.

 

Are these peaceful times?

Or has time stopped altogether?

 

The wind sails by you

Look at me

It shrieks.

Look at the gifts I have given you.

The joy I bring.

Is this not a second home to you,

My friend?

 

It does not matter if it is or isn’t.

You won’t be back for years.

You’ll have to save your answers until then.