This poem started to grow when I was collecting our drinking water from the shute above the stream near our house and the images started to fill my senses.
Today - 30 Dec 09
Above me
Fragmented shards
Of fractured blue
Show between the clouds
Beside me
The stream tries
To carry the shards,
The splinters,
Of the blue
Glittering dust
Ahead of me
Water cascades
To quench my thirst
Behind me
The path leads
Home
I use the word 'shute' in the opening lines instead of the more widely used 'chute' because Cornish dialect often pronounces the word as 'shout' and the spelling beginning with the letter 's' allows this as a possibility.
Incidentally, it is really lovely water.
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As the stream flows
ReplyDeleteIt carries with it memories
of reflections that past by
The sky dances in the wind on the waves
the intent of life giving water
as it quenches our thirst
also fills us with the energy
refected into it, upon it, and absorbed by it
I love the image this poem evoked. I can easily visualize it. Thanks as always for sharing your beautiful thoughts and gift of words.
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