Rhoda Tripp Poet Pantoum

The River Rock

As water rushes the river rock,
smoothing out the rough, sharp edges,
she dangles sun soaked legs from the dock,
while admiring the mountain ledges.

Smoothing out the rough, sharp edges,
borrowing innocence from bygone times,
while admiring the mountain ledges,
she toe taps her harmonic rhymes.

Borrowing innocence from bygone times,
she dangles sun soaked legs from the dock.
She toe taps her harmonic rhymes,
as water rushes the river rock.

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Paul Callus January 3, 2018 at 2:44 PM I love the picture you painted here, Rhonda, especially the sun soaked legs dangling and toe tapping. Your poem flows smoothly like river water. I am sure this is one of your best offerings so far. ~ Regards // paul Rhoda Tripp January 3, 2018 at 3:56 PM Awww...I'm glad you like it. I thought it was a tough form with the repeating verses and trying to make it read logically. I'll try another at some point, but my noggin hurt after this one. Thank you for your help and encouragement. Someday, I'll get that meter stuff Lol.

John Gondolf December 31, 2017 at 9:29 AM Rhoda, I think this is one of my two favorite poems that you have posted (the other is Seashell Memories). I really like the fact that you take chances with different forms and you do them very well on the first attempt. It is always a pleasure for me to read you writing, be it serious or humorous. Thank you for sharing it! John Rhoda Tripp December 31, 2017 at 3:34 PM Thank you very much, John. I have been truly blessed by your attention. I'm both humbled and grateful. I believe it's almost time for a humorous write again, after I get through the serious business of starting a new year. Lol.

Edward Mccall December 2, 2017 at 7:01 PM this is a sweet write Rhoda it flows like the river smooth and cool. Rhoda Tripp December 2, 2017 at 8:24 PM Thanks, Edward. Shall I work on our collaboration tonight? I feel the right mood has returned.

Joseph May December 1, 2017 at 5:26 PM The river has a rhythm all its own...Beautiful write Rhoda Rhoda Tripp December 1, 2017 at 6:45 PM Awww...It does. Thank you, Joseph.

John Gondolf December 1, 2017 at 1:29 PM This gives me a very soothing relaxed feeling, Rhoda, enjoyed it. I would be toe tapping to '60's music...perhaps we are both dating ourselves. John Rhoda Tripp December 1, 2017 at 3:29 PM Thank you for your kind comment and I left you soup mail because I thought of a cute play on words when I read this.

Vijay Pandit December 1, 2017 at 6:12 AM You captured the moments well Rhoda--full of imagery and feelings! Rhoda Tripp December 1, 2017 at 7:37 AM Thank you so much, Vijay. It was challenging form to write, but I enjoyed it. Your thoughtful comment is appreciated.

Arturo Michael December 1, 2017 at 3:39 AM I feel nice and easy...even free when I read...Nice Rhoda Rhoda Tripp December 1, 2017 at 7:45 AM Thank you, Arturo. I was aiming for that so I love hearing it worked. Thanks for the encouragement. Humbled.

Arthur Vaso December 1, 2017 at 2:17 AM Very powerful imagery here, beautiful poem! Rhoda Tripp December 1, 2017 at 7:47 AM Thank you so much, Arthur. Thank you for reading and commenting. Appreciated.

James Swartz November 30, 2017 at 11:40 PM Who doesn't enjoy toe tapping to those bygone times Rhoda. Great poem and love the image of sitting and seeing the mountain and the lake. Rhoda Tripp December 1, 2017 at 7:54 AM Thank you, James. I love toe tapping to 70s music. "Dock of the Bay" comes to mind. Glad you enjoyed this. Thanks for reading.