Myself.
I start as a brook
in the distant hills
which beginning
in droplets clinging
together passes through
rills between tiny ridges, spills
down small land-slides,tumbles in
miniature waterfalls to join streamlets
in ripples and sliding hurries
over stony pebbles, breaching
ridged beds where frothing in bubbles
I rush to mingle with deeper waters
but stop to chatter under low willows
banked in sidings before altering
my tune to a baritoned river.
Then no more warbling in creeks
for me so bowling slower I walk to greet
other waters converging like tenors in
choric excitement, drowning me
with loud ocean-voiced roars belonging
to power, basso then eases
my trills at mouth into its deep sea song.
Yet I will ever
know myself
as a brook
that springs
from hill-height
dashing between
granite's nooks
and crannies
to delight
in brimming
over rocky beds
where my hum
is welcomed
by mossy pebbles
and where birds come
to drink and wet
feet and feathers
in my warm shallows
before I roll on
having to settle
for large water duets
and lost then
my previous whispers,
forgot the soft solo
of mountain's clear creek
in that deafening
fortissimo as ocean
knows only choral singing.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Another airing as requested -- do hope you enjoy.
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Comments9
A fine write Fay.
Thank you Orchi
May that brook sing forever in our hearts Fay.
Andy
Agree with your wise words Andy and thank you.
simply Beautiful - as ever, dear Fay
'where my hum
is welcomed
by mossy pebbles
and where birds come
to drink and wet
feet and feathers
in my warm shallows
before I roll on
having to settle
for large water duets'
Am delighted you picked out some of my special lines in Myself L.B. - - thanking you dearly for your continued support and so pleased you enjoyed the read.
Wonderful imagery Fay. ; )
Great that you liked the imagery A.P. - - I wrote it in the first person as a change and wondered whether it would be welcomed third time around.
The river's growth and passage captured in rich descriptive personification.
I'd really have wanted to see you create that, Fay - did it just pour gently, then fast, like the river, out of you, or did you sometimes find your self drift off into a tributary and then need to force yourself back to the main flow...?
Ha Ha - well something like that Dave --- nothing seems to stay long in my mind so I have to write down words and ideas before they fade away - I was re-viewing and tweaking this poem for a number of days but in the end I was that rivulet and felt its adventures.
Oh this can so easily be transposed into ones own life having grown up in the countryside and matured into the hubbub of a big city.
One's roots stay within the character and become the pivot upon which all judgement is made.
Into my favourites with pleasure.
Am doubling my thank yous both for listing the poem and seeing the contrast between life in the countryside and then in the city and a big adjustment would have to be made to cope with the change -l love the reminder that roots play a part in how judgements are made -- it takes courage to face hubbub after childhood with quiet - just like the rivulet being sucked into deep waters as your comment states clearly - -- thank you for stopping by D.A..
I remember your 'Myself' Fay from the time this little beauty headlined before .. I think maybe twice even ..
anyway, I thought you should know, not only is 'Myself' worth airing every now and again, but it loses none of the original impact or appeal during my subsequent visits ... x
Yes how right you are Nev - -I knew you would remember its former appearance - - readers seem to get quite a kick seeing me as a trilling rivulet and then joining the noise of a mighty ocean -- -- so glad you liked this further airing of work you must have read at least twice over and bless you for liking its familiar flow.................x
I have, for a very long time, been contemplating on writing about this very cycle of water and wrote many a lines, but out of frustration left them unfinished, and now I know why - I don’t have your talent.
Ah dear poet friend your gift of words on the same subject would add different insight into cycles of water so hopefully you will finish and post your own perspective which I look forward to reading - talent has many faces and all of them beautifully capable..
Nice cascade of images and sounds.
Love it.
Thank for dropping by and giving your welcome review of Myself. So pleased you enjoyed the read.
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