Water’s Tale

Bring the children to the waters’ edge,
let spirits that dwell there enchant,
sun glistening on star-filled eyes…

teach the essence of dolphin breathing,
the presence of manna, how to question
roots and behold miracles of fish that fly

and colours that shimmer below the surface,
and sons that walk on water – there are stories
to be told by tides, whose rhythmic waves

follow a primal chant; the ocean’s whispers
reminders that survival is a game for the living
and that in death all return to its vast depths.


VJ Knutson

Writer, former educator impassioned by word play, questing to make sense of the great mystery that is life. Currently navigating life through chronic illness, and a minimalist lifestyle.

3 Comments

Gargi Sidana · March 30, 2018 at 9:33 am

Lovely poem mam

VJ Knutson · March 30, 2018 at 8:49 pm

thank you so much.

Buycialis · April 1, 2018 at 1:11 pm

Your very welcome Kelly! I also want to add Trade is right on highway 421 and goes south all the way to fort fisher at the Atlantic ocean! It literally ends at the waters edge! Takes maybe six or seven hours drive but I”ve done the trip many times! Our airports are Charlotte and tri cities! I would guess that this home is a plantation home and had a lot more land originally! And when the owner dies they had no heirs and like this home a lot of the furniture is still there! 0

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