In Motion.
Tumbled in random the rocks
wet with river
stay well on course as water
pours over fingers
against swaying willows and
pausing it carves
hollows where fish flash fins.
Tiny white stones singing so
prettily trill low as
stream dashes to ocean with
roar in its hearing
for the bolt of its going shows
it has run there before
and longs to roar deeper with
high-breaking dancers
performing wild catapults by
beck's counter-flow
for liquid in dynamic motion
begets molten magic.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Beautiful words Fay, I could hear that river.
Andy
From babbling brook to raging river each have their own magic and majesty, very beautiful poem FS.
I can see and hear this magic from your words. Lovely poem.
You bring to life the energy of a country stream here. A life so beautiful yet so easily overlooked. The undemanding calmness of a streamside allows us to wonder at the magnificence of nature where the richness of life gathers to drink of the bounty slipping by over polished stones of ages past.
Good write Fay.
I really felt I was by a stream made by your words. Lovely composition. Ty_/\_:)
one might very easily drown here & willingly ......................................... x
I love the sound of a rushing stream or river as it pours over rocks. Your description made it seem real once again. A beautiful and eloquent piece that set my mood for the day. A lovely poem and a refreshing break from winter. Loved it. - Phil A
Motion picture, in its most magnificent class Fay! Your pen strokes left no stone unturned on this one! Definitely a favorite! Kudos gifted one, a job very well done! 😊
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