Downstream
Paddle slices
the surface,
kayak glides,
my wake the only
waves visible.
Cardinal calls.
Turtles bask in
morning sun.
Eagle lands in
towering sycamore.
Heron recedes
downstream, it’s
wings stately
in their slow
steady beat.
Rising.
Falling.
Subject to
season.
Yet, always,
it flows.
Meandering,
as any life does,
river holds all,
and more.
The optional prompt for Day 5 of National Poetry Writing Month/Global Poetry Writing Month at NaPoWriMo 2017 is to write a poem based on a meaningful aspect of the natural world.
This feels so restful. Lovely.
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🙂 Thank you.
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Beautiful and tranquil.
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Thanks.
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“River holds all and more” — YES. So true. Beautiful words.
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Thank you.
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Lovely, Ken, meandering, but filled with truth. Did you take the photo, too?
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Thank you. Yes, that was 2 years ago, and the eagle stayed on the branch 25 feet overhead, as I drifted under it.
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Wow!
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You’ve created the rhythm of the water. Lovely. (K)
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Thank you. That’s all I can hope for.
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