Much to learn
much to know
Dear Muse
forsake me not
–help me to grow!
T’is been a
weighty while…wait-y while
of bog-swamp-morass-of-mind
since I’ve sensed
the current
of your smile
with its silvery
creases
moonborn
and cool
as stones
smoothed by
the strivings
of a stream
mothered
by midnight
…the rivening
refreshes and resurrects
the landscape as my own
analagous
soulscape
splashes
moon-imbued
water
on my wet
chartreuse countenance:
Past the pensive
bend
of the stream
the still depths
of the thalweg
beckon
without words
and I gaze down
to welcome the wonder
and pebbled power
of a reverberated ripple effect
~within~
I gape–I gasp
at our sylvan smile
our silverin
reflection
revealed once again
~Gloria Wimberley
Pittsburgh, USA
Sincerely appreciate having my poem published in Indian Periodical.
~Thanks, Gloria J. Wimberley, M.A. :-)
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