Agnes Krampe Poet Quatrain

Meramec Spring

The water rises from the silent cool
Deep cave whose mouth is yawning far below
The crystal surface of the clear blue pool:
A river is emerging in full flow.

The wiser trout weave rainbow bodies through
The labyrinth of rushes, and their fate
Is to grow old – unlike the youngsters who
Rush downstream where the patient anglers wait.

September 2016

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Line Gauthier July 20, 2018 at 7:56 AM A wonderful poem about wisdom and luck. Lovely, Agnes.

John Lawless October 10, 2016 at 5:54 PM Love tis one Agnes. A wonderful metaphor of patience and wisdom. Agnes Krampe October 10, 2016 at 6:02 PM Thanks, John. I was not even really thinking about it in those terms; I just observe every time that the trouts in the spring pool are huge and must be ancient :)

Sandra Haight October 9, 2016 at 3:41 PM Full of imagery and nature's ways, Agnes, framed in a beautifully rhymed and metered Quatrain. Congratulations on your fine podium win! Hugs, Sandra Agnes Krampe October 10, 2016 at 6:07 PM Thank you for your nice comments, Sandra.

James Tate October 9, 2016 at 1:29 PM I looe springs of clear ccool water, and I used to live in a litle town of Meramec. Good job. Agnes Krampe October 10, 2016 at 6:10 PM Thanks, James.

Afzal Nusker October 9, 2016 at 1:58 AM Lovely poem, Agnes. Congrats on your win. Agnes Krampe October 10, 2016 at 6:07 PM Thanks, Afzal.

Beautiful Scars October 8, 2016 at 9:44 PM lovely Agnes...beautifully written :) .congratulations on your placement! :)-luloo Agnes Krampe October 10, 2016 at 6:07 PM Thank you, luloo.

Janis Medders Tobechi October 8, 2016 at 9:13 PM Unfortunate end. Congrats on your win. Agnes Krampe October 10, 2016 at 6:08 PM Thanks, Janis. It is a major fishing destination... poor fish

CayCay Godwin September 9, 2016 at 9:37 PM Oh, my - the ending was almost like a metaphor for young children caught by 'patient anglers.' Do you see that? I thought how deeply profound and what a creative lead in, then reconsidered it might not be your intention at all. Flowing along with the nature theme, I loved where you took me - and the imagery. I'm confused, but either way is a very good poem ... CayCay Agnes Krampe September 9, 2016 at 9:46 PM Thanks for stopping by, CayCay. There was no metaphor intended. I wrote the notes to this when visiting that spring last weekend. There is trout hatchery; the old trout in the spring pool are gigantic and have been there forever, but most young fish swim downstream, and below a certain point this is a very popular fishing destination.