Dear Frederick, what a lovely mix of photo, song and your brook poem. The photo's brook resembles what can be seen in our woods too, although the undergrowth here contains more large ferns. The meeting between water flowing and green plants growing has always held me in thrall. AND inspired some poetry. ---
I very much appreciated the way your quote from the song "Lazy River" met or rather FLOWED into the brook in your poem. You have so well captured the different moods that flows within the observer and then are reflected in the flow of the brook. This is poetry as its best. A mirror, a reflection, an expression of a poet's soul. With love, Maria
Thank you, Maria. The brook is actually a river. Its source is a few miles north of where I took the photo. About 50 meters downstream, another small river flows into it. From the point where both rivers merge, the river then looks like an actual river. There are ferns in different places along the river. The river inspired the memory of the song, which inspired the poem. Our lives’ journeys resemble a river's flow. I let my imagination create a story of sorts within this context.
This beautiful poem has the gentle movement of the river it describes: steady and reflective.
Thank you, Elham. 🙏
Dear Frederick, what a lovely mix of photo, song and your brook poem. The photo's brook resembles what can be seen in our woods too, although the undergrowth here contains more large ferns. The meeting between water flowing and green plants growing has always held me in thrall. AND inspired some poetry. ---
I very much appreciated the way your quote from the song "Lazy River" met or rather FLOWED into the brook in your poem. You have so well captured the different moods that flows within the observer and then are reflected in the flow of the brook. This is poetry as its best. A mirror, a reflection, an expression of a poet's soul. With love, Maria
Thank you, Maria. The brook is actually a river. Its source is a few miles north of where I took the photo. About 50 meters downstream, another small river flows into it. From the point where both rivers merge, the river then looks like an actual river. There are ferns in different places along the river. The river inspired the memory of the song, which inspired the poem. Our lives’ journeys resemble a river's flow. I let my imagination create a story of sorts within this context.