Mountain Stream


Things might be different
if a mountain stream's rippling arpeggio
were not your laugh.
But it is.

Things might be different
if its surface all asparkle
were not your eyes.
But it is.

Things might be different
if its clear and tonic flow
were not your thoughts and words.
But it is.

And things would be different
if a mighty river had been needed
to carry me so well away.
But it wasn't.




Poetry by Rob Graber
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Written on 2016-02-02 at 21:06

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
What a fine, romantic poem!
2016-02-04


Nancy Sikora
Never underestimate the power of moving water. And when the current carries you away, always remember to hold your feet up and keep them pointed downstream, so you can see where you're going and don't get dashed against the rocks. And don't try to stand up, your feet can get entrapped by the rocks and then the current can push you under and drown you.

I sound awfully morbid, don't I? But I used to whitewater kayak, so I know what I'm talking about.

I loved the poem, by the way.
2016-02-03



This is simply a beautiful poem. The metaphors sparkle. :-)
Ashe.
2016-02-03



This is so pretty and lively and light, it nearly sparkles off the page. I feel like I've opened a window to springtime. I love it.
2016-02-02