Distant bubbling sound.
A creek. Up the trail.
Sunlight shines, through trees.
A slow steady climb,
on a winding path.
Now the stream is near,
but a greater roar,
lies ahead of me.
Soon enough, I see.
Steep cliffs. Waterfall.
Misty air, and cool.
A view worth the hike,
so I take it in,
for a while, and then,
it’s time to go home.
The roaring behind,
it slowly fades off.
Then, the bubbling too,
as my journey ends.
Poetry
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I’m a sucker for imagery and short poems. I enjoy how you thought to mention the end of the journey and not keep the poem about the magic of the moment. You brought realism where people often maintain the ideal epiphanic moment as the end of a poem. You could have ended it with the narrator viewing the gorgeous falls and feeling “height”, “one with nature”. Instead, you acknowledged this point of the poem but continued with “well, I need to go home now”. And this is truth. People have epiphanies but now need to continue on with their lives with this heightened episode in mind.
With that, I applaud you. Good work!
Michelle R.
Thank you for such a great comment. I am so glad that you liked the poem and how it ended! Thank you!!!