Waters (Revisited)

Originally posted June 15, 2018

water W imageaters, born from above

gurgle and babble, stumble and tumble.

Bubbling, dodging, splashing against        

obstacles in the way, as a springboard,

                      running between deep and shallow,

                      flowing like sinews and muscle

                      then

                      leveling, slowing,

                      sliding into silken pools

                      gliding sedately in their paths,

                      nodding and yielding to immovable rocks.

                      Deep underneath

                      tribulation, distress, leaps and joys tangle,

                      rising to the surface as lines of grey,

                      and forming ripples and swirls

                      like wrinkles

                      as time suddenly catches up.

                      It straddles the precipice, clinging to moments

                      before its swooping descent, splashing

                      in streaks of wild white strands

                      plunging with reckless abandon

to its end

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water W imageaters born from above

                                                      gurgle and babble stumble and tumble.

                                                      Bubbling, dodging, splashing against

                                                      obstacles in the way, as a springboard,

Waters

water W imageaters, born from above

gurgle and babble, stumble and tumble.

Bubbling, dodging, splashing against        

obstacles in the way, as a springboard,

                      running between deep and shallow,

                      flowing like sinews and muscle

                      then

                      leveling, slowing,

                      sliding into silken pools

                      gliding sedately in their paths,

                      nodding and yielding to immoveable rocks.

                      Deep underneath

                      tribulation, distress, leaps and joys tangle,

                      rising to the surface as lines of grey,

                      and forming ripples and swirls

                      like wrinkles

                      as time suddenly catches up.

                      It straddles the precipice, clinging to moments

                      before its swooping descent, splashing

                      in streaks of wild white strands

                      plunging with reckless abandon

to its end

                     b

         e

  l

                                                                   o

water W imageaters born from above

                                                      gurgle and babble stumble and tumble.

                                                      Bubbling, dodging, splashing against

                                                      obstacles in the way, as a springboard,