Sunday, 12 February 2012


confluence

two waters merge
confluence
big with small

glide
seamlessly
without disturbance

smooth as satin
blending
no agitation

trees hang down
grazing lips
kiss the flow

twig floats
part submerged
bobs its head

bubbles pass
a fairy dream
calm composed

turbulence beneath
unseen confusion
placid surface

this confluence
where waters meet
big with small

26 comments:

eileeninmd said...

Cuby, you do have a way with the words. And I love that a lot of your poems are about nature. There are so many beautiful places where there the rivers that meet up with the ocean. Your poem reminds me of these scenes. Have a Happy Sunday!

KaHolly said...

Ooooh, love it. I could picture just the place.

the cuby poet said...

eileeninmd: Thanks for these kind words.:)

the cuby poet said...

KaHolly: Really glad you could picture this lovely place.

Out on the prairie said...

A nice place to be part of

Betsy from Tennessee said...

We can see some of our prettiest cascades and waterfalls in the mountains when there is confluence ---where two streams merge.... Oh how I love seeing cascades and waterfalls!!!!!!

Have a wonderful week...
Hugs,
Betsy

the cuby poet said...

Out on the prairie:It is such a lovely place.

the cuby poet said...

Betsy from Tennessee: Water is always so lovely to see in what ever form unless it is a flood that is damaging. :)

Crafty Green Poet said...

lovely descriptions

the cuby poet said...

Crafty Green Poet: Thank you.

CherryPie said...

Where peaceful waters flow, where the waters meet.

Ola said...

very nice, I can almost hear it

the cuby poet said...

CherryPie: Thanks for looking.

the cuby poet said...

Ola: So pleased you could imagine this lovely place.

Chris Benjamin said...

great flow to this and loved the last line!

the cuby poet said...

Chris:Good to know this had a flow to it bearing in mind the subject! Thanks so much for reading it.

Lisa @ Two Bears Farm said...

Water can inspire such words!

the cuby poet said...

Lisa@Two Bears Farm:Just stand and watch and the ideas come it is so rewarding.

Doris said...

Reminds me of the time we played 'pooh sticks' in the dark, a lifetime ago. Wonderful imagery. It takes me back.

Viola said...

Oh so very lovely this poem is!! It's like I could see it! You are a real poet! :)

Happy Valentine Day! :)

Al said...

I love the image of the trees in this poem. Very nice!

the cuby poet said...

Doris: Oh Pooh Sticks such a brilliant game but how does it work in the dark?
So glad the imagery worked for you.

the cuby poet said...

Viola: So very pleased you could see where this place is and enjoyed my poem.

the cuby poet said...

Al: I played with ways to describe the trees and this one worked for me so I am pleased it worked for you too. Thanks.

Mitch Block said...

So beautiful. And I love the human-relationships metaphor (intentional or not). One of the joys of reading good poetry (like yours) is the joy of reading into it what has personal meaning for oneself (and THAT is clear as mud)!

the cuby poet said...

Mitch Block: I do like writing poetry and to receive comments like these from some one who appreciates my efforts.Thank you so much.