We talk about rushing rivers
Big weighty words, shouting
Their heft and might
Announcing powerful actions
And then there’s the stream
And its usual adjectives
Timid, tepid, placid words
As if time has no meaning
To streams; no urgency
No agency or power
Come into my garden now
Behold the churning water below
Torrential, fast-moving, loud
Save your gentle words, writer
Bring out the fierce and furious ones
My stream deserves no less.
21 thoughts on “Stereotyping Streams”
A beautiful poem, Cynthia. Is it a pourem, words that poured from your heart and onto the page, without invitation?
You remembered! Yes indeed. Glad you like it.
I remembered with a little help from the WP Reader that shows related posts at the bottom of the current post. But I did remember your previous post, looked at it again, and I knew that is what this had to be. I love your pourems!
Are you feeling defensive about your little stream Cynthia? 🙂
Now, whatever gave you that very accurate impression, Brad? And don’t you dare call that stream little!
With a rush and a roar, the little stream is no more.
A wonderful asset to a garden
Love the pictures and the poetry!! Your book is on my nightstand BTW, and I’m just beginning to read it slowly and savoring it. 🥰
I appreciate this exhortation to write with passion very much!
Love your words, water is a force not to be taken lightly, Grandma!
You’re very lucky to have a stream on your property. It looks like a beautiful one too!
Simply loved that poem and I guess I will now think of those streams in a different way – blessings Lois
Lovely to see you here, Lois and thank you! My friends know these “poems” as “pourems” because they follow no rhyme or rules, and usually pour from my heart onto the page.
I’d say your stream is tumultuous! Or at least that’s its mood at the time. Like us, streams have their busy moments, quiet moments … I’m sure it’s a many-faceted stream. 🙂
I love little streams. There is something comforting about them. Wish we had one in our garden.
Wonderful! Excellent photos and perfect word-pictures.
Thanks, Clare. I love streams. Love ponds too, for the bird and insect life they attract, but streams beguile me.