The Well- Gio

The depth is unquantifiable,

The more you explore the more elusive the end.

What is found though is a stimulus,

The impetus upon which humanity depends.

All testament to a brilliant intelligence,

Evident benevolence to allow the well to lend.

Many have searched passionately,

Centuries of discovery for us thus penned.

Humorous and humbling,

Alas to strive for the stop has become a trend.

Many are duly driven,

Yet what is searched for is not found but given.

The Submarine-Gio

20,000 leagues under the sea

The jewels create a mystery so bright

Enlightening, foreboding, daydreamers delight

A journey of discovery inside and out

Propelled through the maelstrom leaving a vortex

Confusion remains, ahead excites

The bearing right leads to greater depth greater pressure

Bearing left isn’t worth contemplating just for measure

Of what mettle is this metal?

Forged in life’s smith yet not anonymous

Cognizant that the unknown awaits

Fear from too deep a contemplate

A fluid so turbulent one finds

Yet laminar isn’t a desire

Through the coal and the fire

Burns, resolves, hardens

If you stray from the light the more it darkens

All the while the assiduous sea appears calm

Misty Morning-Interpretation by Demani Jarrett

Misty Morning

Serenity encapsulated.

How is it that something so simple,

Can draw the breath from your chest,

And leave you awed?
What artists would give

To master the technique behind

Such a unique form!

To have people gaze,

Stop in wonder

And admire the sight.
Whispers of moisture leave

Evidence of their presence,

Sprinkled along velvety petals,

Glittering upon webs.
Worlds disappear behind

The frail curtain.

A tree? Or perhaps a bus?

A children's game of hide-and-seek

Played by nature.
Then all too soon,

As it had come,

It disappears before your eyes.

The day begins,

The land stirs awake,

And the mist's calm is

All but a whisper in your mind.