Water runs in streams
through sandy swales,
clear and cold and quick,
carves underedges
along tiny banks,
trails pebbles too large
to carry forward,
and returns again
in its own path to
the great, wild churning.
..
Water glides over
broken asphalt, shifts
its course over sharp,
jagged cracks,
deposits mud, clay
from baseball diamond
into crevices,
along its edges,
drips down to the dark
hollow underneath.
Poems from in between 
30 responses to “Twin waters”
Very nice.
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Thank you!
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Two beautiful little companion portraits. Great sounds. You’ve highlighted the contrasts and made them both so appealing, even the “city” view. The “dark
hollow underneath” is wonderfully mysterious and attractive.
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Thank you, Jennifer!
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The contrasting images of the nature are strangely similar.. and to me resonates for me with the concept of time passing…
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Thanks so much! Glad you like this.
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I admit I prefer the quick running stream – nice, this took me to the wild places.
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So glad to hear that! Thanks much!
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that’s the moment when poetry connects, in the steam that takes me there..
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I admire both poems, one carrying forward to the wild churning, while the other dripping down to the underneath ~
Nice to meet you at D’verse ~ Happy OLN ~
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Thanks for stopping by, and for your kind words!
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Nice – and interesting contrast of two different destiny.
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Thanks so much!
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I like these, two poems. So many times I’ve watched the water in the city swirling and in my minds eye, seen those country streams and rivers. I could smell the water in this. Mysterious, bright, dark…water.
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Thank you!
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‘Hollow underneath’ is perfect here – altogether a very fluent write… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
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Thank you for your kind words.
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Ah.. all that flows in water’s time.. goes on goes on..
to let it go.. the path is worn.. the time is now..
the water stays water.. no matter challenge
in erosion of time..and place..water
never loses the essence of it..:)
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Wonderfully said. Thank you!
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This spoke to me as life vs. death. Some wonderful metaphors for the journey.
Very nice! 🙂
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Thank you! So glad it connected with you.
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Lovely depiction of water….there is no stopping its journey…ever!
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Yes. So glad you got that. Thank you!
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Thank you for following my blog. Warning: It is a true mishmash of what is on my mind and in my heart and it can, hopefully, be smile or thought inducing. I am looking forward to future posts from you. dVerse is good but I don’t get to read all you write! this is will be good to read more often.
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Terrific. I look forward to this, too!
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I love this:
“in its own path to
the great, wild churning”
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Thank you!
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Jenifer
Thanks for reminding me to look for nature in the city. It is so easy to forget.
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You are most welcome! Thanks for stopping by.
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