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Waterfallen Words
by Kathleen Wilsonin my waterfallen nest
words' rocky cradle
loud voice and spray
louder than my thoughts
words sleep in
its stoney arms
nestle comfortably
in jagged boulder bed
they lie back
eyelids shut
alone while
teasing spray
puts sparkle make-up
on their smiles
the cheek of words
turns to river rock
in its own stream
become in occasionally visible
continuous mist just part
of message left
by alien poet ancestors
carved through stone
cascades of syllables
in its underspray
I stretch out succumb
in continuous mist
my words
camp here
03/10/2008 Author's Note: Fish Canyon Falls, March 9, 2008
Posted on 03/10/2008
Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/10/08 at 03:33 PM I love how you are able to become a part of what you see. Great last two lines. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 03/10/08 at 06:34 PM Beautiful! When I read this, I'm there! MFS |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/11/08 at 08:53 PM Hi Kath...I have not been to the San Gabs, but this is a wonder. And more than a snapshot, terric poety. A basalt and granite nap of several million years...well, some poems just take time! Delighted. Thanks. |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 03/13/08 at 01:06 AM i am always impressed by any bright mind who can take this much creativity away from nature and put it out onto a screen so well. you continue to give personality and life to the inanimate things that surround us and this poem is an excellent example of how much force really is behind a water's flow. well done kw...as always. :D |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 03/14/08 at 04:32 AM You've taken brilliance you see and made it quite your own through a canvas of well-chosen words and images...i applaud the feat and the artist |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 03/15/08 at 08:40 PM I absolutely love the title of this Kath! What a lovely poem. |
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