Meriting An Expression Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Water swirling in a pool below three fountains, tempting,
teasing, taunting this poet to write about its easy access
to this mind and intellect while sitting here.

Watching leaves that have fallen from trees and been brought
by gentle breezes of nature into the water, being at its
mercy, unable to pull itself from the water's current.

Drifting about at the mercy of the water as it flows down
rocks of the fountains, precious life now gone, nothing
muck left of its essence, now just meriting an expression
in this poem today.