WE IS THE MOUTAIN BROOK..A Poem by Pickletheplacid..perched on distant reflective peaks dark storm clouds whisper... and so it begins......perched on distant reflective peaks dark storm clouds whisper... and so it begins.... WE
IS THE MOUNTAIN BROOK.. the
mountain brook cuts granite deep, its persistence smoothing challenging of rock, steep
gradient fuelling unstoppable force, any
attempt in its postponement.. only
beginning a new course, and
now, as it regroups, its journey mustering support, turns
rapid to raging dance gathering
to a tremendous roar, yet everyone will witness, timid
creatures nestled amongst its edge. supportive and safe beside its continuing
power. ice
spray gathers on feeding moss. stretched
falls, plunge to sparkling pools creating
pocket universe that team with life, the
importance is simple, laying
way to nothing unanswered. ...as
it offers capillaries to deep forest floors, then
beyond to an uncharted wild. steady
onward to shanty flats its
course ever slower and certain! embracing
exciting children splashing before
its final pause as
it reaches salty lagoons and sandy shores, to
begin its new creations amongst
heavy waters it's
strength gathers in tidal proportion, and behold all imagination..... © 2020 Pickletheplacid |
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Added on July 27, 2020Last Updated on July 27, 2020 Author
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