A Waveless Lake
On the Plane of my Existence

Awakened with the morning sun
to the soft, silken touch of my mother’s arms,
I swam with summer on a waveless lake.
I’ve glided through winter’s glossy river on blades of shimmering steel,
with the soothing chill of virgin snowflakes on my tongue.
I’ve inhaled the mellow scent of lilacs
while laying on a bed of fresh daffodils,
and gazed in wonder at the beauty of a rainbow on the Spring horizon.
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Now, As I stand on the plane of my existence
and watch the leaves fall on the autumn of my life -
the reds, yellows, and browns of times long past -
I wax mournfully for the unwrinkled moments of my youth,
and the lustrous greens that once defined me.
I look upon the twilight of my middle age,
and see those leaves fall, in all their splendid glory,
and I can only remember, and hope.
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I can hope that as I approach the nightfall of my life,
and close my tired eyes on the plane of my existence,
that I’ll have left memories of warmth like summer sunshine,
of ethereal smiles as soothing as the scent of spring lilacs,
of a soft, silken touch like a mother’s love,
and of a life well lived and a soul worthy
of effortless transition
to a waveless lake of eternal peace.
About the Creator
Cathy holmes
Canadian family girl with a recently discovered love for writing. Other loves include animals and sports.
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Comments (37)
Breathtaking imagery and what LC. Said. Well done Cathy 🐈⬛
Optimism in the face of our ultimate undoing is so very, very You ❤️
Such a beautiful and poignant expression, Cathy!
This was very beatiful. Ah, the wisdome from one's sense of mortality.
Your words wake up my senses. A beautiful written poem.
Love it. I can taste it... It reminds me of Lake Louise.
Back to say congrats on top story, my friend!!! So well deserved! *sorry I’m late to the party, just catching up*🙌🏽✨💞
Wow, I love this, so beautiful!
Cathy, you have such a beautiful way with words never stop writing.
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story!!!
Wow Cathy, double wow! "the unwrinkled moments" sprang out and now will remain etched in me, so perfect!
I wonder how you continue to impress on various way and improve on something you already mastered. Your words are like the a new morning Congratulations
I'll certainly remember standing in your sunshine. Beautiful piece my friend.
A very beautiful rendition of revisiting deeply entrenched memories and experiences, congratulations on your very special top story
Stunning as per usual, pal! Congrats on another great Top Story to your collection of impeccable work!
Gorgeous, my friend! Had me feeling so many emotions :) Congrats on Top Story, Queen.
This is everything I want from poetry. Wonderful flow, vivid descriptions without ever being weighed down by verbose language, and a perfect metaphor. I love the comparison of nature to our human nature, and the message that every season of our lives has a beauty and a purpose. This made me especially grateful to be entering middle age, or my autumn. That’s my favorite season, and I feel that I’m beginning what’ll be my prime. My spring wasn’t that green if you know what I mean. Love this so much. 🤍
Beautiful and touching. ❤️ The imagery
This is quite beautiful ❤️
Absolutely breathtaking! Beautifully done.
I fetl for you Cathy from your beautiful words
Whoaaaa, this was phenomenal! So breathtakingly beautiful! Loved your poem, Queen!
Exquisitely written!!! Smooth & inspirational!!! Love it!@!💕❤️❤️
Dear Cathy - Whew this lovely lake brought out a memory: We lived just off of the ocean shore. Every morning (before work) my Corgi and I would take our speed boat out on the smooth water and make our own wakes to wake up - terrific start of the day. 'j'
Smoothly glide through Elysium fields.