Winding, wavering, writhering river.
The water clear, bubbling and bursting with life.
Sandstone, coloured rocks and pebbles in the river;
Disguise the sea and river life.
Many type of fish on their way to watery spawning grounds.
And other type of clear water fish, spawning before death.
Otters, enclose their wooden log bounds.
Creating shallow enclosures for unwary life in the depths.
Kingfisher awaits on a low boough of a tree; it's surrounded with marshgrass and river reeds.
A precision, decision of diving amongst these water enclosures;
Provides a bounty of fish for Kingfisher, becasue of these deeds.
Amongst the watery depths and shallows too:
Larger fish demolish smaller fish, some in one gulp.
The hunter fish will hide and pounce also blatantly charge too.
And smaller prizes are just digestive pulp.
Here I stand in watery depths, with rod in location the fish favour.
Awaiting a feast of fish prize.
From these shady, lazy, deep enclosures comes sucess to my endeavour
The captured, bountious, fish I apraise.
Congested wild flowers, of mixed variety, pour down the banks of the river.
Oh! what a sight to see nature at its height.
The sun providing a natural heat, and a life giver.
And all forms of life struggling with might!!
I love this reminds me of the
I love this reminds me of the rivers of home and a good barra on the barbie! Yum! Priceless love our boat.
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Like it.
I was taken by your title, bitten by your topic, and fed by your stanzas. Loved it. I find nature to be very inspiring and symbolic. I like the imagery use, the flow of the words, the descriptions that put you in the poem, and the way you connection you established. Well done.
Meandering River
Thank you for your very kind and encouraging comments about my poem; glad you enjoyed it.
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To be a river...bubbling with
To be a river...bubbling with good things, rushing off to touch the sea, some reach the valleys and become new landscape, others reach their destination whatever it may be. I think the mighty rivers are a lot like you and me! Nice write about rivers. Your words drew images quite clearly for me to see.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Meandering river:
Thank you for your comment and encouragement nightlight.
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