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Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Babbling

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Suggested prompt...
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Offer a poem or story that includes a brook, babbling or otherwise.



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These are the places that carry my mind away, into a place of dreaming and hope; into a place of rest and peace.

I feel the serenity of nature unfold within myself, as I watch the water trickling through the rocks and I hope for a new day to wash away the dreadful memories of my past.

May I find my way throughout the days of endless chaos, and hope for another day...to rest by the brook.

Simply Heather

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5 comments:

cagrowngirl said...

Babbling brooks
Oh, how do I miss thee

When I was little and young
You were easy to find

But now that I am grown
Have you disappeared from me?

Babbling brooks
Oh, where are thee?

morganna said...

We stop at the side of the road and get out of the car. We walk back to the creek bubbling off the hillside and watch the water. It arcs from rock to rock, making a tiny waterfall on one side of the flat rock it flows around. Below our feet it rushes into a culvert surrounded by carefully laid stone with an inlaid survey marker. This tiny waterfall makes up for the larger one we won't reach today, thanks to a fallen tree overhanging the road behind us. We watch the water a little longer, then head back to the car.

christine said...

Brooks babble,
Rivers roar,
Oceans swell.

Frost glitters,
Ice shines,
Snow blankets.

Smiles beam,
Laughter tinkles,
Tears drip.

Dani said...

I sit upon a stone
In the shade of the trees
Quite always on my own
I rest arms curled about my knees

The brook slowly flows
Along down beside me
A gentle breeze blows
I close my eyes and see

Sunlight filters in
Through waving leaves above
It dances on my skin
Encircling me in love

The brook babbles about
In a language I concede
The secrets in its quiet shout
Wisdom given, I must heed

Its whispers pierce me to my heart
I must endure, I must impart

For life goes on in spite of pain
I stand and face the world again

Simply Heather said...

These are the places that carry my mind away, into a place of dreaming and hope; into a place of rest and peace.

I feel the serenity of nature unfold within myself, as I watch the water trickling through the rocks and I hope for a new day to wash away the dreadful memories of my past.

May I find my way throughout the days of endless chaos, and hope for another day...to rest by the brook.