f l u i d f a i t h

Feeble waves made
of infant dusk’s soft wind,

liquid mirror glows
with sunset’s pastel rind.

Fallen plumeria floats,
decaying but still blooming,

faith, be fluid like water —
rippling, shape-shifting, unending.

04.10.2019
©2019 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo by Chelsea Audibert on Unsplash

Inspired by dVerse Poetics: Water, Water Everywhere . 

26 thoughts on “f l u i d f a i t h”

  1. “Infant Dusk”, “Liquid Mirror”, some terrific amazingness going on here, my poetess. How you seamlessly connected two rivers flowing, into one. One must strive to bloom even when decaying, because what else we helpless humans can do, expect striving. Not all is in our hands. We can just strive, at our very best, and leave the rest to the all powerful Greatness, that is beyond our abilities of comprehension.
    Your poems and words have always conveyed a lot in a very few words. This quality is a true God’s gift. And I cannot be prouder.

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