beside me races the brawny river,
Mother Earth’s lifeline cascading from snowy peaks and forcing its winding path
down, down, down,
it’s miracle reaching through the circle of all living things
rippling and licking at the pure mountain air,
it opens and closes its sunlit doors
as it folds and rolls over itself,
kneading and knotting the collective thread of the life it feeds,
past, present, and future into one connectedness,
while projecting its time-ridiculing ROAR
I feel in my bones,
the reverberation of its irony –
fast, fast, fast,
it flows,
it’s commanding voice reminding me to
slow, slow, slow,
to listen
for we all end up back where we began
if we only
follow, follow, follow
our spirits are ROARING,
the lifelines feeding our souls,
forging our winding paths,
speaking to us with powerfully pure voices,
ones which are not ever meant to become
white noise
-image is mine; poem dedicated to my mountain friend; shared as part of dVerse’s open link night
That’s really wonderful piece of writing
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Thank you! 💜
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We sort of “end up back where we began”. Of course we’ve also made the journey.
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Very true, Frank! I’m grateful for that process.
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Beautiful photo. I lived over 15 years in New York’s Adirondack Mountains from 1971-1986. I miss the mountains and the brooks, streams and rivers.
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Thank you! It’s a brook in Estes Park. I visited Colorado for the first time last spring and it changed me! What a magical place. I imagine you do miss it! Here’s something about the mountains that calls you home (the kind of home that’s not a place).
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Before I started writing seriously, I spent a summer in Aspen CO and I often hiked up Hunter Creek to a meadow where the creek much like the one pictured here roared through. In the center was a large rock that parted the water. It was sculpted like a kind of sofa. I brought books there, climbed up and read as nearby musicians from the Aspen Music Festival played my background music. My thoughts often followed this train of thought. Your poem delightfully contains them. Quite beautiful!
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Beautiful! Love the “brawny river,” nice word choice.
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Thank you. 💜
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our spirits are ROARING,
the lifelines feeding our souls,
forging our winding paths,
speaking to us with powerfully pure voices,
ones which are not ever meant to become
white noise
This is absolutely enthralling!
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Thank you, Sanaa. 💜
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Your verse also cascades like the river. Some lovely imagery explored and inscribed in these words.
-HA
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Thank you so much, Anmol.
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I love to sleep in the presence of a river.
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Yes, it’s such a soothing sound. Thank you.
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“. . .kneading and knotting the collective thread of the life it feeds. . .” Just beautiful!
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Thank you so much, Sarah!
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Beautiful write! For years, my friends and I spent a week in October beside a tumbling little river much like the one pictured. It always spoke to me. Your words brought it back. Thank you.
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Thank you, Beverly. Oh, that sounds wonderful! I’m happy it brought fond memories.
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Stunning
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Thank you!
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Beautiful ❤️ thanks for the play date 😊
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Thank you, Rita. 💜
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Oh I love it! This is so majestic and it matches the beauty of the photo so perfectly! Glad you guys are having a god time!
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Thank you so much, Meghan. It was the most peaceful and beautiful getaway.
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It sure looks like it! That’s wonderful!
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Thank you. Come along next time! We should have a blogger bash.
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