Originally posted June 15, 2018
aters, 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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aters born from above
gurgle and babble stumble and tumble.
Bubbling, dodging, splashing against
obstacles in the way, as a springboard,
