A Stream of Laughter
and post notes and photos about your poem like Debbie Guzzi.
Sunlit water frolics
over a stone-strewn base.
playfully tumbling children
on a high hill, rolling down.
Both translucent and opaque
blues and greens magnified
by reflection, slice-cut by refraction,
laved with a satin-wetness; stones color,
beginning where, ending where;
I am not to know.
High mountain waters
strained of impurities by crystalline sand
gilded purveyors of bountiful imaginings:
leaf boats with twig masts, brilliant red-purple
chiton-backed beetles float, lost sailors.
Sunlit waters dance, smile-seekers,
laughter-breeders; water falls
First Published in Pyrokinections Spring 2013
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2015