water lilies— 

a serene scene of textures 

and colors pleasing 

to the eye, the bridge a 

staple in every heartwarming

romance, and the warm glowing

light, the perfectly parallel pond 

creates a reflection as even 

as the tall trees it mirrors  

i can put myself in 

the landscape, imagining a 

dented rented canoe sliding, 

slithering roughly along

the carpet of lilies,  

i see one fall, it’s delicate 

bright petals broken 

under my weight, i watch it sink 

to the deep dark hidden depths 

i sympathize with monet’s 

vision, the panorama 

of perfection displayed so 

finely, but then i can’t 

help but wonder, 

what is poised in the 

pond, lurking in the trees, 

because nothing is truly ever 

as serene as it seems