Standing in the River

sylviasearcher



Be still

As mother's waters trace

The shape of her

Awaits embrace

 

The cacophony rises 

The river drums

The world falls silent

As nature hums

 

Sweet melody 

 

Her body rooted

She starts to dance

Her soul set free

In burbling trance

 

Tricklets and floods gather now

Grasping at traces of being

Washing them deep down stream 

Promised Land awaits the Seeing

 

Feeling lighter

She walks away

Dripping her dreams

She cannot stay

The drops feed the grassy floor

Until the day she returns for more

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 17th, 2018 05:56
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  • Michael Edwards

    It reads so well for me - great meter.

    • sylviasearcher

      Ahhh you had the edited version. I had played around with it since I first posted it.

      Thanks Michael. 🖐😉

    • Goldfinch60

      Very good write.

    • whisperingquill

      Wow
      Really like this one
      That last stanza very Whitman-ish
      Transcendental. Captivating

      4

      • sylviasearcher

        Thanks. All these people... must be chanelling themselves lol



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