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FLOWING    WATER

Though my boat be shaken and tossed,
Serenity is in the mind, in the soothed  soul --
My spirit’s not aching or forsaken.  Nor is it lost.
It needs no flow from smoothed shoal.

Not for me still waters, though they run deeply
In the placid pool behind a hinged lock-gate on a canal,
Or slowly with a meandering boat on the Mississippi.
I need contrast : this flowing peace is too banal.

Through a thunderstorm’s raging performance
And the torrent plunging itself to the abyss floor
Peace is in my mind : contrast between wild disturbance 
And mild tranquility is my key to the locked poetry door. 

Where the flowing tide consumes the sand,   
With the week’s hunger of a wolf without balm,
And hurls it about as a carcass of land  --
In this ocean storm with wave merciless, I feel only calm.

When the tumultuous shrieking wind and wave break 
And spend  themselves urgently on the silent sandy slope,
The tumblers of my locked imagination shake 
Open, and I feel the lull and pull of peace and hope.

A child in a warm bed listens to the windy rain on pane
And feels the same catalysis : and, peeping  at the driven rivulets,
Sees storms and hears the cries of lost sailors on the main,
And falls to sleep contented, secure beneath the coverlets.

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Written  by  Sydney  Peck on   24  September 2011
For  Francine  Roberts’s   Contest   “Flowing water”

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