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  • Poem in Response

    Poem in Response

    Holly Hunter is a very talented poetess, beautiful woman and dear friend hailing from Florida, and I encourage you to visit her web site, House of Heart, to enjoy her creative writings.

    Having read her recent work, “Water for Lovers“, I was inspired to write this poem in response…

    Weightless in the waters of Europa, we shall gaze upon Jupiter, inspired and breathless with awe. Then, pursue a trail of stars as we indulge in grand equatorial vistas of Mars, along the Tharsis Rise. Sojourners, we’ll return to sink our feet into the sands of Jost Van Dyke and wet our whistles at the Soggy Dollar Bar, as the Caribbean Sea glistens with life before our eyes, calling us to swim again.

    © 2023 Phil Perkins

    Europa (Earth’s Cry Heaven’s Smile), by Santana (1977)

  • Poem

    Poem

    Water Spirits

    Sifting through time in forested mountains
    As beauty of movement in water chases gravity
    Echoes ring in a rush, over and around rocks
    Raining rhythm on riverside deadheads
    Rolling, splashing and drumming pockets of air

    I’ve come to appreciate the sound of rivers that talk
    Speaking in the tongue of ancients
    Of Indians, pioneers, early settlers and nomads alike
    Lives lived and long passed, here
    Beneath the soil where once was home
    Now, singing as spirits in the current of waves

    Alone in the forest, listening to the flow of nature
    I hear their voices and it sounds heavenly

    © 2023 Phil Perkins

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    Song for the Day

    Ripple, by Grateful Dead (1970) – see lyrics here.

  • Water Watches Winter

    Water Watches Winter

    Poetry for Kids (channeling my inner Dr. Suess) 🤪

    The seasonal cold has halted play, and most of the water has gone away. Frozen ’til another day…perhaps, until the month of May. All of the water, that is to say, except a sphere of water so pure, which Old Man Winter failed to sway. So, it remains today, having its way and planning to stay – just one droplet, but that’s okay.

    © 2022 Phil Perkins

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    Ol’ Man River, by Jim Croce (1972) – see lyrics here.