Changing forces in mid-stream

Echoing, echoing, echoing

Water tumbling over stone

Falling, falling, falling

Consumed by a drowning drone

Swirling, swirling, swirling 

Eddies eroding edges of the shore

Spilling, spilling, spilling

The stream bank’s rich earthen gore

Carrying, carrying, carrying

Sediment, silt, fish egg and bone

Drifting, drifting, drifting

 Depositing

    where the

       oxbow                                 on its own

          cranes its                          to a stop

                horseshoe              whinnies     

                              neck and

About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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10 Responses to Changing forces in mid-stream

  1. starzinstl says:

    Again, nice shape poem! I had to read the last lines a few different ways to understand the flow of the piece and the order of the words. Beautiful, thought-provoking poem!

    • Thank you! Over the last four years I have worked for a non-profit watershed council developing and managing riparian and wetland restoration projects, so I have a very intimate connection with water, streams and salmon. I am fascinated by the winding meanders of a wild river, its dynamic motion and sounds channeling the power and grace of nature in its place. I appreciate your kind words and wish you a pleasant evening 🙂

  2. Gallivanta says:

    My daughter and I often talk about how tricky it is the describe the sounds of a stream or river. Not many people seem to understand that there are sounds; in fact a whole language for each piece of water. I think you do.

    • Thank you! Indeed, there are a plethora of sounds that go into the symphony of a stream. I am constantly transfixed by the movement of meanders and the lifeblood of fish egg and bone which depend on its waters for sustenance and shelter. You and your daughter seem to have a higher level of awareness that is hard to find these days. Keep listening and nature will continue to amaze and fascinate your mind!

  3. I enjoyed this poem because you could feel the flow of the stream.Love the curve at the end. 🙂

    • Thank you, mishunderstood! I really enjoy capturing the flow of the moment using all of my senses. The natural world has so much to offer that I have yet to explore and this keeps me and my muse going and going and going to infinity! I appreciate your kind words and look forward to reading more of your blog. From what I’ve read so far, we seem to be kindred spirits 🙂

  4. Reblogged this on The ancient eavesdropper and commented:

    Without water there would be no words….

  5. words4jp says:

    i love the sound of a babbling brook – not necessarily babbling people but a babbling brook has such a peaceful tone/feel to it.

    • Me too! The sound of rushing water closes jaws and reacquaints us with our other senses. It is so tranquil and fulfilling without being showy or assuming.
      Cheers,
      Tyler 🙂

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