Creekwater Rapids

Edging down a crumbling hillside

Stumbling down caking clay rocks

In a frenzied mess she goes down

To a tranquil place

 

Gently flowing as she sits down

Atop a cool granite rock there

A soft trinkling of spring water

Soothes the mind

 

Fresh leaves hang from tall trees

Bending, bowing to the valley

Paying homage to the stream

Down there

 

She rests and lets her mind

Just flow on with the water

Making aquaintance with life

"Gleichfalls"

Reviews

[S. P. Vaporis]

peacful enchantments flow through this whimsical write. i enjoyed it very much. ~peace~

[Barry S. Maltese]

What a pieceful scene. And with the way that you described it, I would just love to join her and surrender to the serenity that calms the environment. It is obviously worth the struggle it took to get there.
Great write. Very nicely written.

[Sara Henry Heistand]

This has a very calming beat. Very reminiscent of a stream in itself. Simple imagery, but I think it really made the poem something special and personal. I especially like "in a frenzied mess, she goes down/to a tranquil place". The irony used here is clever and very visually palpable. I've been in that bit of motion, I know what it feels like to misstep and nearly fall into a cold, roaring creek. That line caught my attention, crawled into my head and shook my brain until it dribbled out my ears. Noice!

I'm still reeling from "Gleichfalls", actually. "Equally." :} I love this whole new German joo.

More, more! :)