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can you hear
the rushing waters call
on a mountaintop snow melts away
dreamers gather come one come all
on a mountaintop snow melts away
dreamers gather come one come all
under starlight our world feels small
caught in the magic, branches sway
can you hear the rushing waters call
amidst trees, spirited deer stands tall
healing souls as distant drums play
dreamers gather come one come all
shimmering stardust begins to fall
chasing away thoughts dark and grey
can you hear the rushing waters call
tears flows down a mountain wall
caught in the magic, branches sway
can you hear the rushing waters call
amidst trees, spirited deer stands tall
healing souls as distant drums play
dreamers gather come one come all
shimmering stardust begins to fall
chasing away thoughts dark and grey
can you hear the rushing waters call
tears flows down a mountain wall
forming a stream with rock and clay
dreamers gather come one come all
in silence the white horse does neigh
bursting over the horizon a new day
can you hear the rushing waters call
dreamers gather come one come all
dreamers gather come one come all
in silence the white horse does neigh
bursting over the horizon a new day
can you hear the rushing waters call
dreamers gather come one come all
sharing with Poets United
I wrote this while on a mountaintop
thanks for taking the time to visit..
I wrote this while on a mountaintop
thanks for taking the time to visit..
Beautiful.... I can feel all the images described in such vivid and rich tone in this magical piece...! :D
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xoxo
Ah!! the lap of nature and a poem in tow, the best way to go:)love the pic too!!
ReplyDeleteHaving all around, with noting but rushing waters, dreamers and nature found, would sure be peaceful indeed. Set the stage at your feed.
ReplyDeleteoh i def. can hear their calling... a lot of magic in those rushing waters... and a good place to dream
ReplyDeleteLove, love, love it....How you began and continued the same lines throughout drew me down that river....and hearing the rushing water fall from the mountains is such a spiritual experience indeed.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful Villanelle.. The way the streams are calling, I get the feeling of melting snow of spring and hope. I'm dancing to your words,
ReplyDeletecan you hear the rushing waters call
ReplyDeleteThat's the beauty of the Villanelle. Repeating lines keep the flow of movements mobile and moving. Great write Truedessa!
Hank
Beautiful. I understand the call of nature but could never describe it so well. Hope of spring is a wondrous thing.
ReplyDeleteThat flows even better than the rushing waters themselves!
ReplyDeletelove the images you use.. they feel like home.
ReplyDeleteshimmering stardust is nice image
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I totally get that because water is one of my favorite ways of finding peace in nature. Beautiful poem!!!
ReplyDeleteHow cool to take time to write poetry when on a mountaintop. No wonder this poem just felt so authentic -- It must be wonderful to look down at those rushing waters and up at the shimmering stardust!
ReplyDeleteRushing waters indeed - and beautifully realised here, with the effective use of repetition - reminded me off my recent spectacular visit to a waterfall - Thank you With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com
ReplyDeleteThis villanelle calls so beautifully....it flows to the sound of nature...the reader almost feels like she/he is on the mountain with you. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWell done!
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i am humming with the nature's song. lovely description - the sounds of the flower water are very therapeutic
ReplyDeleteYour poem reminds me of fresh Swiss streams, their strength and rushing sounds. Great use of form!
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely scene from nature, beautifully sketched. You've captured some wonderful, almost dreamlike images here. I really enjoyed this post!
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful and captivating reminding me of times exploring the beautiful wild country.
ReplyDeletebeautifully woven...
ReplyDeleteHi Trudessa - I could feel your mountain top, and then the rushing waters through the wooded and rocky land ... lovely - cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteAhhh, all of my favorite things about nature. You know, I never thought of a waterfall as a mountain's tears. I just assumed they were always happy. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteauthentic! A perfect experience to share.
ReplyDeleteWell done, love the villanelle. Evocative.
ReplyDeleteLove rushing waters...hear it...ah!...also like ' spirited deer' ~ appropriate form for water/words flow...
ReplyDeleteBe sure to stop by today, Truedessa - I have a surprise for you!
ReplyDeletePerfect "flowing" logic!
ReplyDeleteCan indeed hear those waters falling :)
ReplyDeleteYou paint such a lovely setting!
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of the mountains near our home. Well done.
ReplyDeleteDreamers gathering in a stardust shimmering world....my kinda poem!
ReplyDeleteHey Trudessa,
ReplyDeleteI wish my rushing waters had got me here quicker. Maybe that didn't sound right :) What I mean is that I'm sorry for my recent inconsistent commenting nature.
I relate to this in my own way. Your words doth flow and flow in more ways than one. Just outside my new place is a creek. Alone at night, the tears from eyes mingle amongst the rushing waters.
Thank you, my kind friend.
Gary :)
Beautiful! I love the rhythm... it is like water rushing and paints a gorgeous picture.
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