River Running

[wandelaar]

Slowly winds the thick brown river
through the gently rolling plains
on her way to her mother the Sea.
In the rounded curves of her armpits
the quick silver fish slither and dart
blowing bubbles that spread out
as smooth geometrical circles
to disappear, against the slippery banks

Sitting in the sun the grey green toad
enjoys the warmth with dark shaded eyes,
slyly measuring the reach of the sticky tongue,
weighing up the shining green blue dragonfly.
With a skillful flick the main course is served
and she settles to wait for instant dessert

The sun glides quitely to rest under sail
pulling the fluffy cummulus over her head.
Hark the choir tunes up for the night
bullfrogs booming in a bellow of bass,
screeching fiddle of bruin-suited locusts,
the whining zooming of the zazoo mosquito,
the owl has a short mournful solo woo hoo
and the quiet is lost from the night.

Slowly trickles the meadering brown river
unheedful of all drama on her way
to her mother, the welcoming Sea!

[Territorial Hawk]

Beautiful.

[wandelaar]

Hi Hawkette,

Glad you like it!

[tanto]

a wonderful symphony you have found here. I just saw a little dragonfly today. In ancient antiquity I am told that they are considered spites; I found that interesting. Nice word play you have here.

[wandelaar]

Hi Tanto,
Thank you for reading and for posting a comment, glad you liked it,

greetings,

[laleesh]

oh yes, what wonderful things the mother leaves in her wake, on the way back to herself! this is just lovely.

and in my own mind i couldn't help but sprinkle a few nymphs, sprites, faeries and gnomes into the scene!


again, this is just lovely!
:)
laleesh

[Poeticpiers]

Splendid poetry of birth and rebirth the constant cylec that enriches both the lad and sea

[Michael]

wandelaar, lots of poetic devices here to paint for us a picture, actually several pictures, of “a day in the life” of Nature. Of course, this would only be one part of the day, but it’s portrayed vividly. Not only are your words a painting, but they inspire a painting, as with laleesh.

Like Ivor, I find the theme of birth and rebirth a hopeful one – and don’t we need hope in today’s world? You emphasize this further by using the last three lines of the poem to repeat, cleverly modified, the first three lines of the poem. Nice move.

What caught my eye the most, however, was your use of onomatopoeia.
Originally posted by wandelaar
The sun glides quitely to rest under sail
pulling the fluffy cummulus over her head.
Hark the choir tunes up for the night
bullfrogs booming in a bellow of bass,
screeching fiddle of bruin-suited locusts,
the whining zooming of the zazoo mosquito,
the owl has a short mournful solo woo hoo
and the quiet is lost from the night.
Well written!

[TurquoiseWolf]

Very vivid with wonderfully descriptive imagery!
A delight to read this piece. :)
Nicely crafted, poet!

*hugs*
Cathy

[Beki]

seekms very tranquil and beautiful

[monkey boy]

I like the pictures you paint, and I
am very fond of the zazoo mosquito.

As others have mentioned, the cycles
of birth and rebirth, renewal of the
day and the night and the seasons
are great themes to tap into. To
paraphrase Jimi, we all end up in the
sea,
eventually...

mb