Water Whispers

I sit next to a babbling brook

in the forest, a cozy nook

talking to and calling me.

It's rhythmic cacophony

not so much babbling

as telling stories

of past lives and loves.

Distant murmurs of history.

Bitter defeats

and glorious victories.

The sweet echoes kiss me

on my cheeks

and whisper softly

in my ears.

This place has been

over a thousand years

and yet the end

it nears, it nears.

Reviews

[Nik'aule]

A tribute to Ophelia? This is beautiful because it brings so much to mind. First, Ophelia drowning herself in Hamlet because the narrator is looking into the water and thinking of the end. Second the juxtaposition between the strength of nature vs. the frailty of humanity. The narrator has only been on the earth so long and can only appreciate the beauty so much, yet the water has been encompassing other life forms, feeding the earth, and humans for many years, and has seen and washed away more than the narrator could even imagine. Or perhaps humans are getting reading to dry up the bubbling brook and build a shopping center and the narrator is simply saying goodbye. Open to interpretation of course; none the less, beautiful.

[April Child]

Very nice JP. Lovely peaceful feel to this poem. The connection with nature is always awesome and humbling, makes us realise our place in the great scheme of things, that for all we think that we are there is a far greater power than us.