The River is wanton,
it speaks to me
and I listen.
Restless creature I AM
a mossy rock by this river.
It’s earthy fragrance entices me,
I stand quiet and let it touch my body.
I put my face close so I can feel it’s voice in my mouth and
on my lips.
I love its accent of running water,
Its wonderful gurgle makes me thirsty,
I drink it in.
I like it.
I just got some bad news, and I needed something peaceful like this right now. Thank you.
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lots of love to you xx
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As always very interesting and exciting.
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thankyou, it was exciting to write actually!
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Such a tempting scene you create with your words.
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Thankyou x
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oh to be the mossy rock! Love this!!
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SMILES!
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This is such a wonderful poem!
Thank you for visiting my blog – I’ve subscribed to yours as well and am looking forward to reading more of your work.
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brilliant! xx
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Soak it all up! Wonderful Prose!
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Water portrayed peacefully, longingly & joyfully…
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P.S. Thank you for following my blog. I have reciprocated & will return post haste…
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Thankyou xxx
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Love that first line! Wonderful imagery
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Thanks! yes that first line got my juices flowing for the rest of the poem
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In stillness, I can hear the moss-muffled sound of water rippling past that rock….so calming.
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thanks, I find that sound very peace making
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Beautiful, sensuous, sensual . . . life-sustaining. Water, your verse, the lovely image painted here.
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I just read three or four of your pieces. I like them all! I’m a water girl so this is my fav.
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Im glad I had a water one for you! thank you for reading x
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