The Dead Sea [Poem]

Under the darkness
of a new moon,
The Dead Sea
is a mirror
that casts
no reflections,
A surface
made of glass,
primed to shatter,
or burst,
doomed to return
to sand –
forever to run
in-corporeally
through the fingers
of cupped hands.

Wade into the water
as deeply as you can,
but you will
not leave a ripple.
Your brittle bones
will slip beneath the surface
like a ghost
and if you dream
to dive deep into the sea,
know that the thick water
will swallow you
in a single breath
and spit you out
on the coastline
long before the water considers
giving up its depths.

Photo by Dave Herring on Unsplash

This poem was written based on the below prompt titled Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Reflections – April 15, 2021:

reflections mirror

past, present and future, the

outset of purpose

Since everything is a reflection of our minds, everything can be changed by our minds. – Gautama Buddha

Go where the prompt leads you and publish a post on your own blog that responds to the prompt. It can be any variation of the prompt and/or image. Please keep it family friendly. Prompts close 7 days from the close of my post.

10 thoughts on “The Dead Sea [Poem]

  1. β€œforever to run
    in-corporeally
    through the fingers
    of cupped hands.” is masterfully written.

    Again, I like the cadence. It reminds me calmly swimming across the pool in one breath.

    Great job, E!

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