From ancient mountain
and ageless sky born,
tumbling trickled tears,
a comfort to arid earth.
The frequency of fluid
seeps upon the surface,
tinkling mellow melody,
feeding fen and pool.
Sail the sumptuous curves
of the naked silver lady,
flow upon her breath
to the gates of the sea .
With arms open wide,
we should stand and sing
in universal dedication,
to the giver of life.
Author notes
Chosen Prompt: Topic Prompt No.19: The River's Song
A contest entry
- Options for the masses! by blackchapter.
550 points, ended November 18, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Calming and entrancing!
Very beautifully written! I could see and hear almost every movement of the river in your poem! Very good imagery and it flows as smooth and constant as the river you write about!
Well done and best of luck in the contest!
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Thank you very much. That is exactly what I was aiming for with this piece. Glad it worked.
(sorry for the delay in reply)
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