~The poet uses the butterfly net of language to catch fleeting images in mid-flight~

Monday, April 18, 2011


Let Go


There… On the moss covered,
Vertical face of a giant rock,
Seeping waters emerge
From a secret spring.
Shunted through a maze
Of tendrils and stems,
The water gathers
At the moss’s lacy ends
In quivering droplets.
As if pausing to gain strength
For a long journey,
They swell and become engorged,
Perfect spheres.
In their fullness
They gather the morning light
And sparkle like liquid diamonds.
Suddenly…
Unable to bear the weight any longer,
They let go and fall
Into an unknown pool
That awaits them below.
Drip….drip….drip.drip…drip
The sounds of these pattering rhythms
Soothe my soul.

And then a revelation,
Am I not also
Just a drip on the face of existence?


11 comments:

  1. " ... And then a revelation,
    Am I not also
    Just a drip on the face of existence?"

    Wonderful reflection ... we may be a drip, but we are an integral part nonetheless!

    Thank you for sharing ... have a great week!

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  2. Enjoyable imagery, nice work! :)

    http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/

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  3. Beautiful imagery. Soothes the soul. (Hugs)Indigo

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  4. apt words..
    beautifully crafted,

    Thanks.
    A++

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  5. lovely.. my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/02/22/springtide/

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  6. Stunning -
    we split from one
    a little drop falls
    to rejoin one

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  7. yes we all are...and i love to sit and listen to the rhythm of the drips...nice capture...

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  8. no, a drip couldn't write so beautifully!

    Luna

    http://lunawitch15.wordpress.com/

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  9. love this poem...it is tender and elegant the wording ever so delicately expressed and the ending taking me to the same question which has always presented itself throughout my life..."just a drip on the face of existence"? i wonder about the line that separates us from time and eternity...wonderful writing...

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  10. Liquid diamonds. That makes me happy to think of.

    Nature gives gifts un-ending, you remind me of that here, thank you.

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