Water Fetish

Water Fetish

From my time of birth up to my years septuagenarian,
if it were my choice, I always chose to be riparian.
I hate the sound of silence, for I find it rather static,
but I love the sound of water, be it tidal or erratic.

A little water rushing by or falling from a height
is lulling to my hearing and pleasing to my sight.
It contributes to my happiness, creates a sense of calm—
a sensory diversion that serves me as a balm.

So to add to my contentment, no need for feast or cake.
Just plant me by a river or a waterfall or lake.
There is only one thing that you need to know.
If you want to make me happy, just provide the H20!!!

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The prompt words today are erratic, feast, riparian and contribute. Here are the links:


11 thoughts on “Water Fetish

  1. Olga

    Water, water, bring me to water. My most yearning wish is to live next to water before the end of days. From my 7th floor balcony, I can see a bit of it in the distance. I’d rather be within touching distance and hear its delights.

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  2. slmret

    I think the farthest I’ve lived from the sea was Sacramento, which is about 100 miles inland. Even there, I was at the confluence of two rivers, and just a couple hours’ drive from lake or ocean. Water is a must in my life! Love your poem!

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