Where wild water flows

By Deliberately Evolving

Sun, 03 May 2015
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7 comments
 
Love is like a babbling brook 
Or sparkling stream
Springing forth from
Cracks in mountainsides
 
Though soft and gentle, 
Flows caressing paths
But cuts through
Flint as hard as steel.
 
No one questions 
The water pure.
Why or how or 
From where it flows 
 
But accepts it.
Pure and unsullied
Refreshing parched lips 
And weary soul
 
No one really feels the need 
To stop beyond 
Brief admiration
Or quenched necessity
 
It flows, it's there, that's enough
For you, for me
It's all we need
Accept what we have...
 
Pure untainted love
To refresh parched soul
And weary heart.
I flow
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Comments

Submitted by london_calling79 on

Love is elemental. Your enjambment is well used to replicate the flow. Welcome!

 

Submitted by Bee on

Love seeps and flows and this is very fluid in its movement. There's something joyful and accepting about it. I really like it.

Bee

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

A beautiful image.

Submitted by tibi popovici on

love as wild water, never imagine it like this, but I must say it's amazing. Great poem!

T.

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

A thoughtful picture and form, and thought-provoking over the purpose and labour of true outgoing love for another, desiring their good. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by torscot on

Delightful.

Next time I'm walking in the hills and pause to drink from a stream, I shall think of this poem and save a few drops to sip later

 

torscot

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

Thank you for your kind words of encouragement on my first public submission. Xx

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.