Belted Kingfisher perches atop leaning alder branch throne
just watching the river flow over shallow pea gravel shoal
Swirling crystalline waters reflect unturned stones
shielding tawny Crawdad depths , only known by those
who look beyond that which veils aneath river flows

Unfaceted agates sheared from roots of cut bank carved mines ; metamorphic rocks gathered and gravity drawn ,.. falling
from Mt Hood headwaters to Zigzag salmon berry vines ,
                       below Ripplebrook sand bars..,                 beyond...
                       bright banded agates smoothed by time ,
vestige from majestic mountain miles high
and perpetual motion glacial sands


Fiddlehead ferns unfurl beneath crested blue top notched eyes
                     creation sculpted with the amazing grace
                     nature’s babbling headwaters song
Swelling river tail-out’s undulating riffles
gather the Kingfishers' silver flash of hope

Conspicuously  hovering over sacred salmon redd
                     smolt filled waters undulating thrum
ennobled by unbounded innate purpose
abruptly diving for renewed sustenance
                    singing supplicating rattling psalms

Fuzzy feathered continuum nesting in riverbank holes
intently communing with the rivers' whispered anthem ;
keenly apart to the parity of higher visions of grandeur
                     perched above the river margin's
                     delicate murmuring symmetry
where Alder latticed roots cling in hopeful harmony
with the faith that moved mountains
                     unto this distant rocky shoal ...


April 19, 2015 © harlon rivers ... all rights reserved  #Earth Day

Notes:  written about an actual real place where i go fishing
on the Clackamas River, Oregon...USA

Paying homage to Mother earth is something I enjoy often as a writer mused by nature.  We can never be reminded enough to appreciate the delicate balance and symmetry of this planet's ecosystem.... republished Earth Day 2017

Earth Day, April 22, 2017  "give back to Earth",
as an "offering" for all the planet gives us.

For Global Earth Day information visit:  http://www.earthday.org/


       Her ominous shadow
             shown a path
   far beyond the miles high
  a majestic mountain stood

   Silently climbing down
         million year old  
      steep canyon walls
               at dawn,
  each step chosen carefully
     coursing with purpose

    Finding a way forward
         was the only way
           to look back up
      river carved ravines
     where higher ground
              once stood

  Instincts drawn downward
       gravity feed towards
         the faint murmurs
       deep echoes tracery
   down sheer basalt cliffs

          Artesian waters'
       resounding gurgles ―
     bubble up to quench
     a lost soul’s incurably
   intrinsic parching thirst;
       to find an unfolding
       metamorphic peace
     in the trove of igneous
     fountain veins of earth

    There’s not need to wait
      on sunrise pathways lit ―
   there is no fear of gravity’s
     downward silent weight  
      nor burden to be borne

Listening beyond dark silence      .
      igneous bedrock roots
            beckon deeper ;
  spirit realms of ancient souls
     whisperer like thunder
        to the soul of man ―

Awakening ruptured lifelines
    deep below earthen crust ,
    creations hidden essence
     eternally remembered
         by the light above ...



April 21, 2017 © harlon rivers ... all rights reserved

deep artesian rivers flow
from the wellspring fountain of soul...
     homage to planet earth ―
Celebrate World Earth day ... April 22nd, 2017
The Lonely Bard Apr 11

Oh Stars!
Enlighten my life
With your light.

Oh Earth!
Fill my canvas
With your colours.

Oh Air!
Elate my lungs
With your youth.

Oh Rivers!
Quench my thirst
With your freedom.

Oh Forests!
Hug my loneliness
With your completeness.

Oh Oceans!
Supply me oxygen
With your phytoplankton.

Oh Mountains!
Take away my vertigo
With your refreshing heights.

My HP Poem #1490
©Atul Kaushal
london blue b Apr 3

i try to get rid of the pain
with other people
but fuck, they aren't you.
none of them know my hills like you,
or my rivers.
none of them can outline my constellations like you can.
none of them can put my pieces together like you can;
none of them.
because they aren't you.

JOHN BAVERSTOCK Mar 26

Sweet flowing river,
Flows softly to mountain edge,
Waterfall then created.

JB xx

Dhil Zalee Feb 16
You

Time
Ever-flowing
Like the river it pulls everything

Space
Ever-expanding
Of supernovas and pulsars

Gravity
It matters. It is.
It is, beyond time and space

But love
Love, is everything.
No matter the time and space

Like you
Ever-orbiting
Bringing night and day
Pulsating the seas
Super, ecliptical or crescent.

You
Ever-present
Behind clouds
Or on the other side
Strong, relentlesss and beautiful.

Yes you

Sienna Luna Jan 20

You are still waters that run deep;

a challenge some may say.

But to me, your closed emotions

are like a test to see



if I can crack you open.



You're not one to spill your secrets

yet every time we talk

whether it be cellular device

or heart to heart in person

I notice



(for intrinsically I notice everything hidden and important not seen with the naked eye)



I notice you slip

some of your most shielded

vulnerabilities

and I catch them

with soft cold hands



(because for some reason or other my hands are always cold)



with soft cold hands warmed

by your toasty rough ones warmed

by your sensible muttering warmed

by your discreet aspirations warmed by your witty attitude.



I like that we can be waggish

together like two jesters

high strung.



My facetious view on life is somewhat wrought with doubt.



My senseless family drama scaling backwards for months on end.

Return is what I want; a sense of peacefulness whereas I'm pulled into the flighty nature of my parents' inconsistencies and my aunts' finicky nature when all I want is for everyone to get along.



You have your barriers drawn and  sometimes and I don't mind it.



We are emotional opposites, bouncing off each other like ping pong balls, but in this scenario it works because we've both got paddles and are willing to play.



That's what I see in you.

An ever-eager possibility;

passionate in your politics,

loyal to your friends,

leader in some circumstances

when I am at a loss for words.



And you spark a sort of electric chord within me, plugging right into my frontal lobe, sparking my interest, lighting up my receptors.



My neurons have never been this happy before; I have never in my life had a romantic reciprocal relationship like this before.



Nothing has prepared me for this.

This floundering of feelings, sloppy, spilling, leaking out of the cauldron every time we speak.



You are boiling broth, a frothy drink I've put up to my lips and sipped from, a drink I did not order but delightful all the same.



You are still waters that run deep;

a sensual spice of parsley or dill that can lighten up any dish;

and it doesn't take a genius to see how much I need a person like you in my life to challenge every predisposition of romance I've seen, read, fantasized or imagined.



Caught in the slipstream of figuring out my future after the new year has yet to arrive. There's still so much to work out; there's still so much hope I have brimming inside me even after my confessions, even after I've asked for forgiveness and complacency.



Where there's hope and forgiveness, there's also peace.



Maybe all it took was the repetition of swimming pools in dreams this past week to understand where I stand. I'm not drowning anymore.

I'm on the edge of the pool looking into clear waters, finding the wise guide of my blue water dragon

and his humongous whiskered face

staring straight at me, into me, telling me that I have all the strength I need to overcome the obstacles. I need not cling to fear any longer. I need not hide away, like I've done in the past, behind thick curtains to blot out the light.



My only constant now is the sun rising and the moon waning.



You are still waters that run deep;

a sure-bound belief



that everything will be okay.

How slow the swan glides
down the darkening river
twisting its sleek, slithering neck
away from the sunshine-
saying nothing.
In the morning
only ducks drive through the water
only voles snake along the banks.

SøułSurvivør Dec 2016

time
passes
slowly
  in the
          rivers  
                 of space
                      the Lord
                   sets His
            finger
to move
and to
     trace
the path
where            
we're  
going
         the path  
where
we've
          been  
he sees
                  us groaning
                              from when
                         life begins
but when
              we have passed
             it is then
we will see
      the rivers we've
               sailed through
toward our
           destiny
                     and when
           we have seen
all the deadfalls
and snares                  
we'll know He's                    
been with us        
           through    
all of our
cares
             and once
                  we have
                           seen this
                    push come to
shove
we'll know
His great
mercy
and
sing
for
His


LOVE



SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/30/2016

I'm arranging for New Year's Eve.
I'm having a small party
to celebrate the new year.
I can't say that I've made any
New Year's resolutions,
but I know i want to
spend more quality time
with the Lord.
He has helped me through the
holidays, which are always
very rough for me.
I also want to be more active
on this site, and Facebook.
Spend more time with you.
Even when I was not on site
I thought of, and prayed for
you often.
As we go through the
rivers of space
we encounter some people
who've set the course of
change in our lives.
I could definitely say that
many of you have done so for me.

Thank you!
May God bless you all!
George Krokos May 2013

The rivers of the world all tend to flow toward the sea
and the love of the lover with the beloved longs to be.
In merging and uniting the sense of separateness does disappear;
the feeling of oneness is the experience that removes all our fear.
_________________

From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
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