Fay Slimm

Lost.

 

Lost.


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, wide-mouth basso eases
then my weak trills into 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.



Comments10

  • Accidental Poet

    A wonderful journey here Fay. ; )

    • Fay Slimm

      Thank you dear poet for your visit and comment and so pleased you found pleasure in the stream's story.

      • Accidental Poet

        And a beautiful story it is Maybe another story for the forest? ; )

      • orchidee

        Yes, a fine journey Fay.

        • Fay Slimm

          Pleased you enjoyed the read of a stream's journey my friend.

        • Goldfinch60

          May your stream go on for eternity Fay.

          • Fay Slimm

            What a beautiful comment dear Goldie and thank you.

          • Michael Edwards

            I am so jealous - this is just the sort of poem I like to write - brilliant as always Fay.

            • Fay Slimm

              Ah - Michael your own writing talent shines its own example and every day I look forward to see you engaging your readers - - thanks though for your encouragement which I highly value.

            • dusk arising

              This is so beautiful faye. Just so uplifting. I love your plain everyday english writing like this (hope you dont mind me calling it that) compared to your metaphor poetry where i stray off the path. But this piece is outstanding - so very good. It will take pride of place at the top of my favourites.

              • Fay Slimm

                Thank you muchly for adding this poetic effort to your favs. dear dusk - - so glad you enjoyed the simple wording to take you along with the downward rush of a little stream all the way to the sea.

              • Louis Gibbs

                Life's journey ... from the innocence and exploration of childhood, through the formational years of adolescence, to the complete indoctrination of adulthood ... and what is lost in the process. Beautifully expressed, and a favorite, Fay!

                • Fay Slimm

                  Ah - - You saw behind the factual to other experience where human behaviour is like the stream in needing change to complete life's journey - - thank you so much Louis for sharing the comparison .

                • BRIAN & ANGELA

                  Thanks FAY ~ In my Youth i spent many years Fell Walking in Snowdonia and The English Lake District. I encountered many many BROOKS in my travels ~ some just inches wide ~ at source ~ others only forded with trepidation ! Loved the photo and the first verse ~ BUT ~ The shape and pace and nostalgia of verse 2 ~ made me weep in humble recollection ~ AMEN ! Love you FAY for always taking us a verse further with your elegant Odes ! Yours as ever ~ in appreciation ~ BRIAN

                  • Fay Slimm

                    Ah - your comment on being swept along with the verses is so very encouraging Brian as I almost did not include the second verse in the posting - yet I found myself thinking as that little stream and missing the quiet of hills where it started............. thank you dear Brian for sharing your encounters with brooks in such beautiful hill country as the the English Lake District - a thrill indeed to follow streams from their tiny beginnings.

                  • Candlewitch

                    after all the other comments you have received...(which are wonderful!) all I can say is I loved this great adventure whose beginnings were so humble! excellent work!!!

                    *hugs, Cat

                    • Fay Slimm

                      Yes each little stream has a great adventure in trying to find access to deeper waters ahead. Thanks you for your comment dear Cat.

                    • FredPeyer

                      While the photo is certainly beautiful, your poem doesn't need it. It is so visual, so beautifully written, my imagination went into overdrive!
                      Thank you Fay, definitely a favorite!

                      • Fay Slimm

                        Am honoured you thought this poem a favourite Fred - - many thanks for your encouraging comment.

                      • malubotelho

                        This is stunning beautiful Fay. You are not less than a fantastic writer and your poetry can not be better. Thanks for this beauty. I felt myself like a river. Lovely reading.

                        • Fay Slimm

                          So thrilled that you felt you were that river dear Malu - - each little brook has to meet obstacles on its way to the sea. So pleased you liked the read.



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