As the water falls
I feel my soul reawaken
Colors are brighter
More vivid
Greens coalesce into lush gardens of life
Made more pronounced by the grays of scattered boulders
Whose placement steers the water to lower climbs
As the water falls
I am falling with it
It’s power cleanses my heart
Opening my soul up to muted browns
Possessed by both life and death as leaves turn to soil
That breathes life into the skeletal limbs that anchor the forest canopy
Below Earth’s baby blues
As the water falls
I become swept away
Dragged further from the disconnections
That mute even the yellows of the sun
Pale to that of the myriad mountain flowers drawn from stark purples to contrasting reds
That remind me of both pain and happiness earned on the trail of life
Bruises that paint my battered body with the story of water and the gravity which causes us to fall
Do not save us
For we have become free
While falling
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Author:
L. R. Thompson (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 7th, 2023 08:28
- Comment from author about the poem: For about five months I was suffering from severe writers block and could find no mousy muse. The daily routine of the all to common 9-5 had consumed me and my art. Without expression, depression slowly sank in, and I knew it was time to reconnect with nature. So I took a hike to Cherokee National Park, a place called Sandy Creek. There i found a beautiful waterfall swollen with rain (see attached image) that spoke to me about waters journey from the highest peaks of the mountains down to the snaky rivers that line the hollows. It struck me that while this water is constantly falling, it always maintained its course and it's beauty. So I got to thinking, maybe its necessary to fall in life in order to truly be free Thus was born my newest work, Free Falling. Hope you enjoy my fellow poets of this beautiful Earth!
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Comments2
I’m glad that the vigor of nature brought your creativity back-‘Opening my soul up to muted browns’ very vivid.
Acceptance is freeing, in a way. Words from a mature mind.
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