At Multnomah Falls

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – April Poems – Day 24
Wordy Wednesday with Wild Woman:  “Natural Wonders”
Write a poem about one of nature’s wonders, anything that especially
amazes you, big or small.

Columbia River

Columbia River

Falls

Multnomah Falls

Water rushes, gushes down
mountain slopes, pinging
on pebbles below.  I cannot seem
to look up high enough. Filled with
unreal feeling that water is racing
straight out of the sky. Climbing
up paths, mist spraying my face,
I stop at certain levels
where you can look down
surrounded by greenery,
and shushing sounds. Look
beyond, and you are gazing
at the magnificent Columbia
River. I will forever be
mesmerized by its force
and beauty.

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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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11 Responses to At Multnomah Falls

  1. Oh, it looks and sounds so beautiful. Just wonderful.

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  2. kim881 says:

    Except for the North Sea, our landscape is so quiet and gentle, sometimes I long for some rapids and waterfall excitement, Sara. Thanks for bringing it to me!

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  3. I love rivers and rapids! Mesmerising indeed. I particularly love:
    I cannot seem
    to look up high enough. Filled with
    unreal feeling that water is racing
    straight out of the sky.

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  4. sanaarizvi says:

    Oh this is beautiful! 😀 I love “Climbing up paths, mist spraying my face, I stop at certain levels where you can look down surrounded by greenery, and shushing sounds.” ❤️

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  5. robtkistner says:

    Yo girl, you speakin’ my language! Excellent write Sara. Yo captured the magic of Multnomah Falls. Love me my Oregon rivers and waterfalls. I can’t stop writing about them… 🙂 I’ve written 8 of them this month alone. I have l left my heart in Oregon. 3 years in Seattle and I am suffering complete withdrawl. If my grandson were not here in the Emerald City, we would be right back living somewhere in northwestern Oregon. Oh well, only 175 miles away. We visit from time to time – but it’s not the same as it used to be when I could drive 20 minutes from our home and being in the Clackamas River wilderness with my flyrod in hand. ;-( Thank you for helping me feed my Oregon jones…!

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  6. I’m closing my eyes… letting your conjured imagery fill my mind with the rushing and gushing of waterfall(ling) beauty. What a memory!

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