Icy cascades of teardrops fall,
rivulets of deceased snow packs
kissed by spring sun on streams once small,
swirling downward through ancient tracks.
Wrinkled face of Mother Earth sighs
as journey caresses her face,
merging into nature’s reprise
that crescendos with water’s race.
Pebbled stones churned again for years
by season’s flow that rush once more,
eternal joy that now appears
behind last bend with water’s roar.
Leaping for final flight ahead
each droplet clasping hands, they rise
past edge where eternity led,
their echoes float into the skies.
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt by Pollycheck.
450 points, ended May 11, 2008, 9 entries
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Thank you for entering my picture prompt contest. You have penned a very vivid and beautifully written poem that describes the wonder of this falls.
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Oh, I love this poem--it is so good! Wonderful imagery throughout and like Dickinson said "the roof came off the top of my head" when I read your lines: "Wrinkled face of mother Earth sighs/as journey caresses her face,/merging into nature's reprise/that crescendos with water's race." Outstanding lines in an all together outstanding poem!
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