These Falls.
Married to strength
these falls
in pouring from stone lip
of arrow-slick fury
harry with wet
any bystander
in their cascading dive
to lower water.
Pounding from height
mist shawls
granite and rafters each
bush as birds
disappear under split
liquid in
dry over-hung caverns
of covered glory.
Volumes of sound
breach ears
by cataract passage
from precipitate action
to deep headlong
plunge and heave of
of sudden collision
with met disturbance into
mirror-still cauldron.
Confined the loud clamour
of roar
as silent rocks fastened
to splashed echoes
though static have an
unspoken language
that has those who listen
breathlessly awed.
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Fay Slimm. (
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My Dear Fay,
Wow…🤩
Thank you for sharing your super poem. While reading it, I’m feeling the delightful cool mist. Your words have come alive and transported yours truly to that breathtaking waterfall. An amazing sight!
Laura🌻
A delight to know that the verse led you into amazement dear Laura - water dashing down boulders .has ever aroused my pen.
I fall down before you - no need to be over-dramatic, says Fido! - and say good write Fay. lol.
Am honoured to see you fall at my feet dear Orchi - water however makes itself heard as it plunges with roars. So glad you enjoyed the read my friend.
Another outstanding piece of poetry Fay. Waterfalls are always breath taking in their magnificence.
Yes agreed my friend. - a gift to those loving nature is water falling down cliffs into belowness. Thanks dear Sax for your visit and lovey comment.
'of arrow-slick fury '..
Brilliant!
Bless you for your constant encouragement and support of my small poetic efforts dear L.B.
Great description .. I love waterfalls ✨
Thanks Chris for your visit and comment - Agreed there is something attractive about water on the move - - so good to know you love water falls too.
Your words brought back the memory and atmosphere of a dramatic falls just north of Merthyr Tydfil in South Wales (which I've never been able to find on a map susequently).
One of those marvels of nature with perpetual motion and clammour of noise.
Breathlessly awed indeed - unless you are ten years old and willling to get soaked.
Yes memories of visits to falls of clear water will ever be treasured as "marvels of nature" - Merthyr Tydfil in Wales rings a bell with me Dusk when ages ago I was taken to hear water sing as it fell. So glad to know the read brought back a similar visit to you too.
And right now dear Fay, you have me "breathlessly awed" with your fantastic descriptions. You truly have such a gift to metaphorize nature with your amazing comparisons and imagery. Amazing!
Ah - I am blushing here Rocky after your very kind tribute to my small efforts at versing Nature - thanking you loads.
How do you manage to keep up a constant stream (no pun intended) of fabulous word rich writes - you are a true poet dear Fay.
Thanking you masses for your constant visits Mike and how kindly you honour my efforts to write.
I have such an affinity for waterfalls. My husband and I seek them out on vacations and hiking. You have described these falls so beautifully, I just want to be there. It's the whole experience; sight, sound, feel, everything you've encountered in this poem that is truly memorable. Thank You!
So pleasing to know you have an affinity with hearing water on the move Bella - just like me the thrill never fades when a fall is discovered somewhere off track. Thanking you so much for stopping by for a read of "These Falls"
These words cascading from your mind, creating a wondrous image of its namesake, a mesmerizing gift.
So good of you to not only drop by for a read but for this lovely comment too Suresh.
Such a fantastic description of a waterfall. I would love to see the big ones around the world.
Oh so would dear Roz - -- we would stand for hours by those big ones - awed by the beauty of sound falling down - and down - -- -- and down - ah we at least can dream my friend.
What superb words Fay.
Sitting near waterfalls can be so endearing.
Andy
outstanding usage of our language dear lady of the pen ................. N x
Merci beaucoup again - - - -- and again......... x
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