Up and down.
Up and down.
Ever so gently up and down.
Shining stars and brighter moon. Candles in the sky.
Silky winds sail on in silence.
Up and down.
Smelling the sweet scents of midnight.
Tasting the unblemished drops of dew. Mist in the air.
Hearing water gliding by. The distant clock strikes twelve. Echoes through the reeds.
Touching icy water. Ripples slowly to the shore.
Watching the glimmering stars dance.
Up and down.
Birds singing in the darkened sky.
Moving leisurely past the trees. Slowly floating past.
Gently slipping down the river.
Up and down.
Up and down.
--- You should have seen my Mom’s face when she came home from the Christmas party. The kitchen counter was completely cleared off, every...
Very nice. The effect of this poem was a rhythm of the travel, and heavy imagination of the water, and the sky. The wind, bird, and trees I felt were "extras" (thought not unimportant).
ReplyDeleteThe most heavily evoked senses were the opposite of what is usual in a book. Instead of targeting sight, you got sound and smell/taste. I could have easily imagined a character with their eyes closed. :)
Yay! Just what I was going for! Thanks.
ReplyDeleteI think this needs to be set to music. I'm thinking acoustic guitar.
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