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Rivers of White Water
by Britt ZimmermanI painted you a picture in shades of gray and blue.
Brush strokes of awkward sideways glances and upturned lips.
I looked through eyes of glass to find the light inside the storm clouds
And drank from palettes of pinks and greens
You touched me there
beneath the golden harvest moon
that sat lazily above the sharp black silhouette of the pines.
I trembled with the breeze
as violet crept through clouds
and fell into the mountain's peaks.
Hills and valleys reside between our souls like waterfalls
And settle into rivers of white water
Winding their way
Into the sea. 08/23/2013 Author's Note: I haven't posted here in AGES. Wrote for the first time in a long time. Hope you enjoy
Posted on 08/23/2013
Copyright © 2024 Britt Zimmerman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/23/13 at 04:13 PM This is quite beautiful Britt; brought a warm feeling of peace to me. Good to see you back. :) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/24/13 at 12:39 PM for one who hasn't written in a while, you have lost neither knack or flow and I might add, the images are consistent with crystal. |
| Posted by Traci Mabats on 08/27/13 at 12:22 AM Beautiful poem. I like the way you worked in all the different aspects of nature. |
| Posted by Michael Faraday on 09/15/13 at 05:43 AM I concur, beautiful poem! Enjoyed it! :) m |
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