So, we come to the end of October and the end of the octpowrimo challenge. I have enjoyed ot so much and looking back on the month I can see that some of my random words might be worthy of a revisit , so that'll keep me busy.
So here is my last offering
My theme for these two poems
Water
I am the river
travelling
sometimes strong, fierce,
sometimes a trickle, almost
gone
I am the river,
wide, winding, full
then rushing, gushing,
down from the
mountain
I am the river
many lives depend on me
I am the river
Clouds, close can almost touch
white wisps blotting blue
or, slate grey and green.
Down the scree a waterfall steps
depositing pools in plateaus
dropping in sheets - six,
seven metres
filling the air with whooshing
background sound
Along valley floor
flows the water
it snakes its way more slowly till
departing, disappearing behind
A mountain
I like your take on the river. Particularly "wide, winding, full, then rushing, gushing"
ReplyDeleteAnd I like how you contrasted the colours and made the sounds come to life in the cascade.
Thank you for sharing your words over the past month. I've enjoyed reading you!
Thank you
DeleteLovely poem. I felt, saw, and heard the river with your strong images. Thanks so much for sharing your poems with us this October. I enjoyed your work. Hugs and happy writing. xoA
ReplyDeleteThank you Annis
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