Tear-Shaped Lake

Poem By Jack Growden

On a lonely walk I stumbled upon
A calm blue lake in the shape of a tear.
One lost his way in exploratory bliss
Though I have guessed it is not far from here.

It was upon the banks that I wondered
Would I feel pure or rather exposed?
In the end it was perhaps the piercing blue
Which made me then settle on what I chose.

Thus I waded quite tense into the pool
And within an instant felt clear and cleansed –
As if worry was a painted phantom
And all had become simple, at least thence.

Comments about Tear-Shaped Lake

Thanks Mike! ! Hope all is well.
Hi Jack, good write - an 8 on 10. Cheers!
Thanks Marco for your kind feedback. I invite you to read the rest of my collection. Jack. www.facebook.com/jackgrowdenwriting
well written Jack. i love this beautiful work. keep up writing Marco.

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