Mime

Putting the physical to verse.

Mime me a river
Silver with salmon
Running forever
Clear, cold and free.

Mime me a mountain
High as Montana
Headwater's fountain
Top clad in snow.

Mime me a meadow
Lush green with lark
Holding clouds' shadows
Fast in her arms.

Mime me a time
When sweet sky was open
And slow moon could climb
Shine right through the breeze.

Mime me a river
Silver with salmon.
Running forever
Clear, cold and free.

5/28/14

Reviews

[Kieta!]

This is really cool!! :) Good job :)

[Chris Atkinson]

Lovely poem and very well writen, good work

[W.k.kortas]

There is an admirable tightness here in the construction and rhythm, and the use of repetition is just so. The regularity of the form doesn't keep the piece from being nicely visual. Well-built and well-executed stuff.

[Rick r]

Thanks much for your read and comment, W.k. I've strayed from rhyme for the most part, but this piece kept rolling around in me head and needed shaken loose. Your comments always appreciated.
rick