Cool mountain stream
ripples and rushes
among slippery
moss covered pebbles.
I roll over smooth rocks
and tumble laughing
under waterfall’s liquid delight.
I raise my face to nature’s
rushing silver brilliance
and catch glistening reflections
in my hands.
My body is pampered by the breeze.
My eyes are heavy from sensual rapture.
I am wrapped in a blanket of fearlessness
dreaming of a place with no depiction
and watched by angels as I sleep.
I'm a sucker for mountain streams, and water falls melt me on the spot. So, naturally, I like this work. Your words equal a digital recreation of what you describe so well. - Bill
Beautiful imagery as you always capture so very well......I can just see and feel this cool mountain stream - a beautifully painted picture!
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on June 8, 2006
Hot mystic stream
nipples and bushes
oh, so slippery
Oh, I'm sorry, Janet, I plumb got carried away with another version of this splendid poem of yours, being the dirty old man that I have grown into. Drat!
So serene and calming is this that I visualize being there beside you sitting on that clear mountain morning. Perhaps a fishing line and bobber floating on the current with the scent of the woods and teh moss in my nostril and birdsong in my air...you captured all of that and more.
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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loved this piece
a keeper
thanks for sharing
Love & Peace
William
nipples and bushes
oh, so slippery
Oh, I'm sorry, Janet, I plumb got carried away with another version of this splendid poem of yours, being the dirty old man that I have grown into. Drat!
Fee
Scintillating poem!
Love,
eT