Her Name is Elkhorn

The river's surface boils brilliantly beneath
The evening sun. So briefly picturesque,
It flows, unnoticed, plain and muddy brown,
A farmer's homely daughter, in the morning
And the afternoon, and I, not an admirer,
An aesthete, whose tastes gravitate toward
Swiftly moving, siltless streams, envision
Rapids, boulders, spray, a runway model
Wearing sequins, not the homespun girl
Here...until the sun's positioned right,
And she proves dazzling.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-07-10 at 00:54

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
This is wonderful... simply wonderful! It echoes Dvorak’s New World Symphony and America The Beautiful. You’ve deftly found and presented majesty in this, Larry.BRAVO!

I agree with what Jim has to say about this poem. The poem vibrates with positive energy, and is quite fresh.

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Your vista of the plains and river bring forth your most positive, pleasing poetry. Life isn't all positive and pleasing, but when it has happens that it is, it "proves dazzling." The runway model and the homespun girl are wonderfully used. Bravo.