All of this began as a dream the most vivid vision. It felt like looking into the future this time, it was the unknown. The hard truth I was about to learn; the weather was calm, the season was new; the water flowing around us was fresh. Then I looked up to see your face, my eyes returned down, to see mine reflected on the water's surface. I felt the significance was shallow, little did I know it was all about the creek that carried you alone to the river. I never knew the downhill flow to be so treacherous. The longest moment, all so terrifying; I couldn't wake up, it was my real-life nightmare.
I first wrote a circle poem, and turned those words into the last word for each line in this poem. I would definitely like to use this approach again in the future. Again, an old poem from junior year English class.