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RIVER RAMBLINGS
smooth stones,
sharp stones,
stones;
down by the river,
aflow,
flow,
thoughts in contemplation;
words,
words in hibernation;
shadows emerge,
to a sprng of,
fresh green,
poetry life;
where verse directs,
the heart song of a lurid,
trickle over a bed,
of river silt;
how deep in into the earth’s layers?
seeps the silt of,
immersed concentration;
listening to hear,
the sounds,
silent in the heart,
of a universe;
always,
saying something,
of,
universal measure.
RIVER RAMBLINGS © gillena cox 2010; first published at poemhunter

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