I used to come here to retreat
from southern summer's muggy heat
and watch the rainbows in the mist
where the sun, the air and water kissed.
Below an old dam built of stone
(much of the time I came alone)
to a foothills river running white
save where the small dam tamed its might.
Steep stoney cliffs on either side
where rattle snakes are said to hide
shaded the water through the day
while holding most high winds at bay.
I'd come to fish (and throw most back)
in pools where fast waters ran slack
wading currents cold and clear
with cliffs and stone dam looming near.
Alas, today the water's red
with mud from river's upstream bed
released because the dam is gone
no longer blocking white bass spawn.
I guess that I'll still come up here
when water once again runs clear
but tucked back in my memory
are visions of what used to be.
Comments
I read your,
I read your words and feel as though i'm there. Your poem creates a beautiful tranquil picture. Regards Roscoe..
Hi Roscoer
I'm always happy to bring others along on my writes lol. Thanks for visiting...............stan
the last two ines
offer what I suggested. Not just description, meaning. Well done.
hi Jess
Thank you. See, I stumble upon something semi-good every once in a while lol. Thanks for coming by and reading.............stan
hi Rose
I am glad you enjoyed this. I guess I need to be a bit more careful with spacings, but the foothills is a location not a possession type description, so I'll leave that as is. Hope all is well with you and thanks for the visit and eagle eye..........stan
Stan
creating vivid imagery has been your forte..like Roscoe said this poem painted a tranquil picture for me too ...your mood too is palpable...
a tad bit of suggestion...how about this change
with cliffs and stone dam looming near
with cliffs and stone dam looming large
Cheers!
Hi raj
Good of you to read and leave a comment. As to your suggestion, to change near to large would lose rhyme in earlier part of stanza. But keep ideas coming as I always give them consideration...........stan
You've done good work on the revisions here mate
Doncha both love and hate the process?
I certainly love seeing it.
Hi Jess
I can write a poem then sit and study it looking for ways to make it better before posting. Finding none I then post and await suggestions some of which I use. Poem then slowly sinks in the stream and disappears.....until I look it up sometimes months later to review it and with fresh eyes suddenly what I could not see becomes obvious lol. That's why there are times when even some of my oldest stuff pops back up on stream. So, yes, I love the process lol...BTW thanks for reviewing the small edit.....stan
Again, love, even envy, your process Stan
onya mate.
Lol
Only thing wrong is it's so slow
that's cool, you're going to live forever, aren't you?
aren't you?
[bottom lip quivers]
aren't you?
psst, the secret is- refrain from dying