Revenant Mine

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

2 Comments

  1. Sincerely appreciate having my poem published in Indian Periodical.
    ~Thanks, Gloria J. Wimberley, M.A. :-)

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