Tuesday, May 29, 2007

THK 21: Water Poem




The Heaviness of Water

The brook is wet with sounds of water
flowing over the emptiness
of boulders—rain is misting me.

~Son Rivers 2007








1 comment:

Poetry said...

4 June 2007



After the storm, my mind cleared.


And a high wind arose and blew the tropics north.







running quartz crystals through a blender.

sand through your engines.

bubbles in your bays.

estuaries reaching out toward forbidden seas...

sand through your eyes.













5 June 2007




Calm as baby's breath


as peaceful as the storm's eye


Clouds spread and drawn with rough strokes of stratospheric winds


a warm and windy tropical day.










7 June 2007


Black water at dusk.

Lighting on the horizon.


Warm winds coming in across the darkening waters.


A flash of white wings as an egret takes flight.


And Thunder like God clearing his throat.










8 June 2007




Morning star in the still of the clear, dark waters.


a sky as clear eyed as a young girl.


bruised and tattered storm remnants limp off in the gathering light.












9 June 2007



Tickled her fancy.


giggling all the day long.


pretty good for a Saturday.


Clouds on the lake floating aimlessly by.



She smiled big--grinned really.