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Copper Liquid
Quicker than the speed of sound
Gushing torrents, deafening sound,
Birthing twirls, dancing foam
Cracking whips,
are horse-drawn waves.
Down the mountainous boulders brave
Past each cove and inlet go,
‘til spread-eagled wings aflow
Onward out and forward flow
Does this river, rain-stormed go.
© Sharon-Elizabeth Walker, 2012
~~~crackling whips are the
~~~crackling whips are the horse drawn waves - I dream of writing like that! - Lady A
You are soo kind
Thankyou Lady A, you are soo kind. Although it sounds corny? I only create my poetry when I 'feel inspired' to write. I've writeen 3,500 to date lol
Sharon-Elizabeth Walker (sew)