immensity of waterfalls (first draft) by Tom Gosstoo long we have pretended to surpass the innocence
of trees with our mute, cardboard faces
tomorrow it will be different:
a symphony of hands will orchestrate in the half-light
just what you saw rushing down into the white water
of that waterfall
(hush, hush, hush,)
for nothing could ever flow in you as this
purity of air that reconnects,
so much so that my gaze (drifting upward
towards the rocky, tree-fallen trail)
seems to become the hill
how the
purity of that mountain unstole my heart
with cleansing steps over forest floor
and rocks, how their jagged,
overwhelming nature kindly humbled me
how we forget the undiminished power
of standing amidst forest, stream, and mountain
how it refills places that were so spent
as to disappear entirely
........................
I shall pretend to be full with everything,
and imagine that the eco-systems we visit
on mini-vacations (for self-treatment)
are not being devastated and disappearing
by the subtly spiteful tendons of human hands 08/13/2004 Author's Note: Please check out my new book! ;)>
Posted on 08/13/2004 Copyright © 2024 Tom Goss
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Amanda L Marron on 08/14/04 at 03:43 PM i love the imagery in this piece....great write |
Posted by David R Spellman on 09/28/04 at 05:16 PM This really brings out the deepest feeling of really "communing" with nature and so well captures the spirutual freshening that we can derive from just a simple walk in the woods or visit to a majestic waterfall. Sadly, as you state in the end of this piece, too much of it IS being destroyed at our hands. Very well done and congrats on POTD! |
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