Upon Reading the News From Lake Mead
I’ve been swimming
in the lake where they found her
washed up on the shore
in a corroded barrel
from the 80s, same as me,
limbs loose, breath gone.
The water is low now, unlike
that year we arrived with someone,
wondering how the day would go.
Maybe we were both nervous
when we saw the water.
We didn’t want to go in
but eventually we did anyway
and when I was floating,
so was she.
23 thoughts on "Upon Reading the News From Lake Mead"
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The comparison between you and corpse is haunting and so well done.
Thank you!
😳🥹
What she said, and that penultimate line—could feel it coming all through the piece, strongly during couplet, and then bam 💥
Thanks Joseph!
yikes! those last two stanzas…
😃
Arwen, this is so powerful.
Thanks Angela!
This sent a chill down my back.
I creeped my own self out writing it 😂
This is so excellent Arwen. You are an amazing poet.
That means so much to me coming from you Linda, thank you!
Powerful poem!
Thank you!
Agree with all above, great work!
Thanks Bill!
Beautiful poem. Spare but powerful.
Thank you!
Arwen, I’m not sure I want to know you. That freaked me so bad, I think I need a bath with Sudsy-Suds and a Teddy-Bear with a pink and yellow snorkel.
Incredible poem.
Ahahahaha you’re going to have to join the poetry protection program 😆
Thank you!
The penitentiary. Solitary confinement for life please. You will find me.
Very nice!
‘ from the 80s, same as me,
limbs loose, breath gone.’
you pack a lot in this verse so effortlessly ✨✨✨
Thanks Luke!