Rushing Water

Written for:  The Twiglets #15, rushing water

a gushing waterfall
slows as it nears
black rocks below, turns
to gentle stream

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to Rushing Water

  1. whimsygizmo says:

    I can see this, Sara. 🙂

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  2. Misky says:

    I can also see it. Well written.

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  3. julespaige says:

    I remember an end pool at a waterfall in Maui… The water was very cold. And the bottom of the pool had smooth black rocks. I am not sure if it was a natural base or if the base was added by man… I remember though that one place we did not stop that was a tourist attraction called the Seven Sisters waterfalls was all man made.

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