A Tale of Two Waters
Submission for Haiku Challenge
Clean and delicious,
thirsts are quenched, bodies are cleaned.
I am loved all over.
…
Despair is my name.
Destruction is my main goal.
Fill their streets and homes.
…
I help grow produce.
Water parks filled with laughter.
Birds bathe painted wings.
…
I am everywhere.
All their possessions ruined.
I’ll be back next year.
About the Creator
Elsa
Teacher, traveler, fur baby mom, reader, and writer. I enjoy writing historical fiction stories, fiction, poetry, true crime, and nonfiction.
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I First Saw Him
When I first saw him sitting on the wall, relaxed and looking out over the water, I was sure he wasn't a local. Not including children, there are only about 250 or 300 of us in this area full-time, though that number is ten-fold in the summer, and I know everyone at least by sight or by family resemblance. And yet, the way he sat looked familiar and started my mind sorting and discarding among the families I knew, not quite like this one, not quite like that one.
By Natalie Wilkinson7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Scary this lovely water. Love this.
Phenomenal! Keep up the good work!