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Cascading Words

I told my Hubby I needed a fountain to help the words to flow.
It seems in the shower my creative juices, really know how to go.
My Hubby says it’s because I become relaxed, in body and in mind.
That releases everything to flow with ease and in record time.

But then he stated it might also be: the water pounding on my head.
It’s beating me senseless to release the flow and to open it up, instead.
This may be true with a hard head like mine, sometimes it needs a touch.
But I think a fountain would be way more fun, and not hurt near so much.

And what would be more beautiful, than water as it’s simply cascading around.
My lovely birds could have a drink, as my barriers come tumbling down.
My Trolls could frolick and play all day in water as the sun comes beating down.
My dogs would jump to catch the droplets as they fall upon its crown.

And all I need is to get a basket to collect my wandering thoughts.
Truly nothing could be more worthwhile, no matter what the cost.
Droplets falling thru my thoughts would become a rainbow for my mind.
With a prism throwing forth-countless words, to arrange within record time.

I wish! I wish! Oh, how I wish! To bring forth this dream of so much renown.
So many words bubbling to the surface, before they’d come tumbling down.
They’d fill my mind, and fill my soul… before touching each other’s soul.
My fountain would finally be complete, as cascading words did achieve this goal.

Now I truly know, I’ll have no fountain, or any great renown.
Still I am grateful, for the few, who’ve read the words, which I have written down.

Written by Carol Eastman

Copyright © Carol Eastman

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  1. Date: 7/26/2015 1:21:00 PM
    Carol.. many congrats on this wonderful winner in the Gals Only contest!

  1. Date: 7/16/2015 8:55:00 PM
    A fountain sounds wonderful, Carol! Congrats on your win! Love, Kim

  1. Date: 7/15/2015 9:20:00 AM
    It has been my pleasure to enjoy the words that you have gifted to us. Congrats on your winning poem.

  1. Date: 7/15/2015 2:32:00 AM
    Carol, l just stopped by to congratulations on your win:-)Alexis

  1. Date: 7/14/2015 11:43:00 PM
    Carol, congratulations on your win. **SKAT**

  1. Date: 7/14/2015 11:24:00 PM
    The beginning made me giggle! Great poem congrats !

  1. Date: 7/14/2015 10:05:00 PM
    The words do seem to flow more easily for me when I am relaxed, too... I enjoyed your poem very much, Carol. Very nicely written and expressed! Congrats on the win!

  1. Date: 3/18/2013 10:19:00 AM
    I really admire the way you so easily incorporate your own life in with the fantasies of writing... it's blended so nicely. I'm glad your title caught my attention... otherwise I wouldn't have known anything about this wonderful fountain you speak of! In whatever way you obtain inspiration, it's great that you found it.

  1. Date: 3/1/2013 8:17:00 AM
    This is such a fun story that says so much. I like how the water pounds the words out...and I think there is a fountain after all.

  1. Date: 2/24/2013 4:44:00 AM
    Now lemme see have writers block, right?...Hmmm...Another gem from the Troll master!...Would love to meet those little fellas sometime but I'm sure they would instantly attack me thinking I was an intruder with evil intentions...

  1. Date: 2/20/2013 7:30:00 AM
    "Think Box" has just taken a little break. - You have always magic in your poems - Have a enjoyable day, Carol. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

  1. Date: 2/18/2013 3:03:00 PM
    Your mind is a wonderful vessel collecting thoughts that are composed into poems that you share with us bringing light and laughter to the world.

  1. Date: 2/16/2013 4:38:00 PM
    Maybe they will come on rainy days...most of mine do.......such as they are. Blessings