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.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: September 2nd, 2017 03:48
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A wonderful journey here Fay. ; )
Thank you dear poet for your visit and comment and so pleased you found pleasure in the stream's story.
And a beautiful story it is Maybe another story for the forest? ; )
Yes, a fine journey Fay.
Pleased you enjoyed the read of a stream's journey my friend.
May your stream go on for eternity Fay.
What a beautiful comment dear Goldie and thank you.
I am so jealous - this is just the sort of poem I like to write - brilliant as always Fay.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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 .
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
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.
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!
Am honoured you thought this poem a favourite Fred - - many thanks for your encouraging comment.
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.
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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