The pulse of the rapids
Slapping down the mountain
Always the same
Never the same
The roar of water
Ice clear from the mountain tops
The crash of water on rock
In beats of upbeat
Upbeat
In commotion
Upbeat upbeat
Loud locomotion
Soundless sky and wind
Only the rhythm
Of the fast falling water
White from the foam
And reflected in the sun
Whose light
Spins like the fireflies
And echo of
Waves and waves and waves and waves
White echo
Upbeat
Sly slick strumming rock
Upbeat to the sky
Upbeat echo
Upbeat
That instant when I die.
Comments
If this doesn't fit the Primal Poetry bill
I don't know what will. I think your voice of pure origin is powerful here and I admire your freedom to do it.
Respectfully,
I agree with Marhalyn
And you managed to make it poetry as well, which is not expected.
I knew my faith in you was wrranted.
Thank you.
Well written
You captured the raw images of your mind as well and how it appealed to the senses. The visuals were amazing.
Wow the imagery
Having listened to the drumbeat also, I can see how the waterfalls would have a drum pounding sound.
Waves and waves and white echo, beautiful. Mostly I loved the upbeat lines I hope to feel that upbeat
when I die. Hopefully a life well lived.
B9Pat
thanks for your comments
they all go very much noticed and appreciated
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