throwing stones into the lake i discovered the dog likes to chase the staccato splashes as the surface of the water is broken with inexpressible joy pebbles were tossed individually and by handfuls as i watched the playful bounding for over half an hour
unfortunately i had not spotted the fisherman further along the water's edge rolling eyes and shaking head as wave after wave of rippled chaos disturbed his lure and line scaring away anything he had hoped to catch
i ripple with each touch from your fingertips in constant motions that glide hover against my skin i tremble before you goosebumps litter my flesh and yet you say you're not a god but your eyes tell me otherwise each pupil holds the sun and the moon in warm pools and with each flutter from your downcast lashes paints my waters in glints of gold.
bulantubig is the 17th century classical tagalog word for yellow, and it literally translates to moonwater (bulan = moon, tubig = water).
Her feet as light as a feather At her own pace, moving at her leisure Her toes making ripples in the water Gliding over the substance as slow as a saunter She stares at her reflection as it ripples away She plunges her hand in and the water will obey Water trickles through the cracks her cupped hand Everything about it she can understand Her only friend, companion, that listens to her every demand Smiling to herself, she feels grand ~17/3/21
Sometimes I like to imagine I have superpowers, but it's all just a fantasy.
I'm still me And we're distant now I've gotten stronger And growing loud Sometimes I wonder If you hadn't gone Extending hands Vast beyond the sea Collecting deep-colored shells For a heart severed-to-be
Where raindrops crash so quietly Speaking soft with subtle sounds aloud And in a language to be seen around Like moving hands their white ripples fade Out into conversations crowned with mist The kind of sweeping breath alive Which breaths itself out atop the waters edge Just as words once hung on the morning dew Now they wake with joy and are gone the next As a calming way on this crustless wave The waters return beneath and rest