Stone in the river
there is a stone in the river
as big as a house
flowing down to the sea
there is a log in the river
caught against the stone
flowing down to the sea
slip out of the boat
walk the log
over the rushing waters
flowing down to the sea
slide past the house rock
and dive
flowing down to the sea
green
light
bubbles
shadows
light
green
flowing down to the sea
light
surface
push —
breathe!
as big as a house
flowing down to the sea
there is a log in the river
caught against the stone
flowing down to the sea
slip out of the boat
walk the log
over the rushing waters
flowing down to the sea
slide past the house rock
and dive
flowing down to the sea
green
light
bubbles
shadows
light
green
flowing down to the sea
light
surface
push —
breathe!
posted by MB at 12:08 PM
11 Comments:
This was a delight to read, a great ensemble of words
"Maytagged" by the poem!
(The phrase "Maytagged"? When one is tumped into a whirlpool and involuntarily goes on Mother Nature's spin cycle...)
Another very musical one, MB. I can almost imagine it over some stately, Irish-ish air.
Oh, for such stones...
I love the way the words move in this one. Lovely rhythm.
I could hear the water
from whence all came
and all returns!
alan
Thank you all.
Lori, I am familiar with the term maytagged. The washing machine of water that spins in the "hole" of a river where the water falls just below a boulder. Potentially deadly if you get caught in it. Your use of it here is on point.
I feel the rhythem of the river and the feeling of smallness compared to the world
Thanks, Sue!
yes...breathe...
what a nice feeling and flow...
nice...it works.
Chuck, thanks for stopping by and leaving such a nice comment!
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