I wrote this poem several years ago partly as an attractive thing about nature, but also as a pun. It's a humorous comment about the English language that also makes me sleepy.
Copyright 2007, Jerry W. Engler
Bolder trees break the banks
while willows wind with the stream
whispering in the westerly wind,
their gentler tender sighs,
the language common of the creek,
replied across the
gurgling waves of water
by bees buzzing in
languorous insect lingo,
laboring from oak to elm to ash
as always bees have on this brook
echoed only in
scolding outbursts of chatter
from scattered querolous
scurrying squirrels,
all running on
and on and on and on,
the sentence of life immortal.
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Reviews of "Meandering Creek Language"
Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)
Reviewed on April 5, 2008
This is wonderful - your understanding of the natural world, indeed, your kinship with it spills forth from this poem rich with not only images, but sound and "feeling."
I like your first 3 lines especially, Jerry. "Bolder" could be "boulder" like a rock! The sounds of this poem are like lyrical music. In three places, you end your lines with "in" or "the." Is this intentional? I realize you may be trying to keep your lines equal, eh? I would say, "replied across the gurgling" then "waves of water" for the next line. Then maybe "by bees buzzing" and next line, "in languorous insect lingo," My third suggestion is "echoed only in scolding", then "outbursts of chatter." Good closure in your last line! We must both like bees!
What a refreshing read! Every line just spelled 'RELAXATION'. You honestly have that wonderful gift of delivering the message right to its target: this time, the senses. Thank you, Sir, for sharing. Warm holiday greetings to you and your loved ones.
Be well,
Sheri
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on December 19, 2007
Great pictures come to mind. I love watching the trickster squirrels jumping from leafless tree to tree, can only see how fantastic they are during the naked winter.
A poem brimming with divine life...
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Regis
Be well,
Sheri
A poem brimming with divine life...
And you know it very well!
Sincerely,
Regino
Be safe,
Karen
Jasmin Horst
(((HUGS))), love and Merry Christmas, Karla.