Dancing, flowing,
Glistening and giggling.
Leaping and jumping and bubbling...
Brooding, unmoving.
Tide in and tide out,
Violent waves
...And angry drought
Trickling streams and vibrant springs,
Countoured to fit within the seams.
Moving freely, fluidly...
Raging, tearing. Screaming.
Softly sobbing, sliding by,
Rolling past, the earth, she cires.
Laughing, whispering, full of glee,
Yet which one is it?
... Sound or stream?
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Alright, so The Stream.
My philosophy with all of my work, is that I don't mind how the reader interpret's my poetry, as long as they take something from it, and it touches them somehow, somehow reaches them.
So, read into this whatever you will, but so you are aware of what this poem means to me, specifically, the poem is my interpretation of music.
Music reminds me much of water. Not only in the way it flows, but in the way it manipulates it's surroundings. Water shapes the land and where people choose to live and farm. Music shapes people's emotions. Expresses how they feel, and can even completely change a person's mood.
I associate music heavily with water. Both are vital for life for me.
But as I have said; this is just what my poem means to me. What it may mean to you is equally as valid.
All I can hope is that it does mean something to you, and that it's an enjoyable poem.
