Day Eight
on APRIL 8, 2022
Happy Friday, everyone, and happy eighth day of Na/GloPoWriMo.
"THE RIVER OF LIFE" Inconspicuous atop a mountain range just where your walking boot heel bequeathed a dent a trickle of tears from a cloud baptized me to give me a splashing genesis at life in time I grew virulent, keen as a stream that scurried after winding, rugged terrain the wind in my hair, on the journey downslope sent me past valleys, ridges, weed patches, bogs great relish that swelled me propelled me down fast until my convoy and I met the river by and by, my lungs augmented in spirit my flow sped so that I could no longer tell where I ended, and its filament began but through some miraculous onset of sorts conquered lands, eroded rocks & land around until we made canyons, valleys, and gorges plants and wildlife gather around your river cities get constructed around your river the river of life: essential to all life whose humble tortuous beginnings prospered from a boot heel dent bequeathed up a mountain *** © 2022 selmamartin.com
Heads up, friends: Say hello to my very good friends linked to as the
featured participant of Day7: An Embarrassment of Riches. This poet writes
posts about doors and doorways and published a most spectacular post on
the proverbial prompt for the day. Please don’t miss it.
"And last but not least, here is our daily prompt (optional, as always). Today’s prompt comes to us from this list of “all-time favorite writing prompts.” It asks you to name your alter-ego, and then describe him/her in detail. Then write in your alter-ego’s voice. Maybe your alter-ego is a streetwise detective, or a superhero, or a very small goldfinch. Whoever or whatever your alternate self may be, I hope this prompt lets you stretch both your writing skills and your self-knowledge."
Banner and Buttons Maureen Thorson
Thanks for reading my day 8 poem.
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A pictured the boot heel scraping across the mountain to give space for the elixir of life-water.
Thank you for sparking my mind’s eye.
You pictured it correctly. Brilliant, you. xoxo
Nicely done, Selma. That boot dent released a gush of a poem.
Thanks, Kim. Glad you thought so. And congratulations to you on the wonderful mention. Totally cool, you. xoxo
Ahh, Selma, you’re such a good fairy. <3 Thank you so much for linking to my door poem and for being a fan. You've got quite a creation here yourself. "Keen as a stream", oh yes, you are.
You are a gem, that is why. And I happen to like you a ton. Be well xoxo
Selma, I so lived the flow of words! Well done.
Thanks. ‘preciate ya’ my sweet.
Selma, I so loved the flow of words! Well done.
Ah, you… You have fat thumbs too? Don’t worry, I know what that’s like. hahaha. Thanks for commenting. Love you.
Oh yes, I do! 😅
Love you too! You are welcome.
Beautiful write, Selma. xoxo
I do like to know what you think, Jeff. Thanks for reading and happy writing to you. One day I will be all caught up. (in my dreams, maybe)
Thank you, Selma. You’re most welcome. It’s always my pleasure to be here and to read you. Ah, if you get caught up, please do tell us the secret. 🙂
Wow, that was quite the journey. Beautifully written
I appreciate your comment, Deb. Thanks, my sweet. Glad you enjoyed it.
I really identify with your words here, Selma, as I travel to enjoy the wild country of my youth! 🥾 🌳 ⛰
So glad to hear this. Continue savoring it and bring it all back with you. Blessings.
🙏
Great symbolism 💜
I love this rugged journey you took. Makes me wish to do the same right now. Love these lines in particular:
“in time I grew virulent, keen as a stream”
“my lungs augmented in spirit”
<3