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
