The Allure of Her

Across the rocky outcrop, 

a plunging of water so great, so deep. 

Drips and drops, and sheets and sips. 

Rippling down the wall of rocks, ever so horrendous. 

And finally reaching its destination, its home. 

Rushing into the previously quiet, now a constant clapping, a 

forever clap. 

One with ears near this one-toned band, would burn in its tense heat. 

But this isn't the matter. 

It certainly isn't the clatter, the clangs, or the pangs. 

There is a reason the water cascades, into rushing in the pool down below. 

You. 

Oh it is you. 

Beauty encompasses the landscape, the sun rushing its tendrils through the sheets, 

and the ways the butterfly flees. 

But no matter, the beauty is you. 

Brightening the surrounding, it is you.

So it is no wonder the water comes to you, 

as you attract, love. 

And as soon as it come, now can the rest the dove.

Reviews

[Phillip Francis]

Admirable work Spencer. Your words jump off the screen and implant wonderful imagery within my conscience. Thank you for sharing.

[Spencer Barker]

Thank you very much! I am glad you enjoyed it.

[Nisreen]

Spencer such a beautiful piece
i can feel the love and admiration you have for this person
it must be amazing to feel that
and she must be a very lucky woman

[Spencer Barker]

Thank you, RiverSided, for your very kind words. I'm glad you enjoyed it. And I am glad the piece jumped out to you as much as you say. It truly is amazing, that feeling. Thank you again!