Best Headwaters Poems

Head
waters
join to form
streams then rivers
  together flowing to distant ocean...

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If ever you find
If ever you shall find
some happy burbling by
my warméd face...

It only can be
It ever only could be
a gift from upstream.
She’s the Headwaters...

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Rivers In Flood

Sprung from headwaters, source hidden in the past or sometimes present,
Starting small, 
To begin the journey downstream to where it may go.

Restless, searching,...

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Headwaters,
Of the world’s flowing souls,
Cresting to flight and misting rainbows.

Everyone.
Searching for another.
To endure sacrifices behold,

Cascading
Heart’s ladles dip into
Basins of memories in plunge pools.

Waterfalls,
From the rapids...

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Legends speak of banshees of the blue briny deep, whom cast bewitching
Spells mesmerizing voice and song, beware youthful mariner for charms echoing
Beauty, may cause deceptions...

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The Nez Perce Indians who lead lean lives on these knolls and river brooks
have a style of soul that sneaks into the songs of the...

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Winding past sand dunes
like shapes of a cratered moon,
the river moves and ibis stand
on stick thin legs in the grand
flow of the Nile.

Mississippi muds ooze...

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Snow-capped mountains fell to the floor,
Reflecting blurred images so much more.
The mountain lake absorbed the sight;
Random birds passed by in their flight.
The lake lay there...

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© 2011 (by Jim Sularz)
(The true story of Frank Eaton – AKA “Pistol Pete”)

At the headwaters of the Red Woods Branch,
near a gentle slope on...

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Accepting the blood to drip
Solid stone
From these polished fingertips

Haiku

As defensive weapon 
To still the deep agony
That we wade through

Haiku

The voices children
Sounding, footsteps
That carry us
Past these...

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Writing is a river,
The headwaters
Springing from the well,
Bubbling up and out
Free-flowing
Falling and frothing white in the flux of development.
 
Writing is a river, 
Tempered by...

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There is beauty in this world that’s truly a miracle to behold.
Unexpected romance, that will turn your blood hot from ice cold.

I have loved with...

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In backyards of my history
lies a tidal river
of ebb and flow revolutions.

These revolutions are normally no-news evolutions
back up toward headwaters of crisis and opportunity,
diastatic and...

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© 2011 (by Jim Sularz)
(The true story of Frank Eaton – AKA “Pistol Pete”)


At nearly twenty-one, Pete knew he may have out-run,
his luck as the...

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No! I Am Not Lying To You

No! I am not lying to you.
It seems Life’s turnings here and now contain
Inauspicious shapes of endless goings and...

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