Best Rill Poems

old saw

scissored shades of Betsycoed
taste of yester youth's sweet tones
splashing sound of forest water
kissing shining sacred stones

Dreams of swirling druids dancing
in the faery water's rill
flash...

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I followed one day a spring breeze at play.
It seemed not to know where to go.
And aimlessly, I - like a butterfly -
meandered with it...

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I found myself against a willow propped.
The stones nearby me were a hundred-fold.
and one by one I tossed them as they plopped
into a rill while...

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oh youth in all its callow shades
               is from our hope,...

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SONNET FOR THE LITTLE GIRL WITH NO DOLL

Above the brook blue Damsels flit in dance
And bring to mind that little girl who’d pass
Long solitary hours...

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A angry sky, as cauld as Loch Lomon'
fair drew me out from cot o' peat, an' bed.
The wolves wus wailin', an' thund'r respond'd
Ah gather'd tam,...

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my flower ...
she sang for me -
ONLY for me
always in Japanese …
I did not know the words
I never asked her to translate
nor did I want...

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A rill meanders by my shady tree
and vanishes into the morning mist.
Who guides it on its journey to the sea
as stream joins stream, with gravity's...

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the red ran ...
trickled slowly from mouth's
corner down to where it
disappeared beneath the collar of
the little boy's SpongeBob
t-shirt -
bleached white turning crimson ...
the streak wound
its...

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(Thank God, when I posted my poem a second time , I could enter it in the contest. But I am retaining my old post...

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Oh souls that brave All Hallow's moon
whose shadowed face would bid us swoon.
We stare upon your ghostly veil
a-flight on twilight's empty trail.

And yet, we delve...

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Oh ...

Spring-tide ...
Always things that juxtapose,
Life never flows as smoothly as a gentle rill 'round a stone.
Brief notes of harmony, torn asunder by a cacophony...

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Yesterday’s Music

The music of a burbling rill
Close by a dry stone wall,
And on the air, so calm and still
A blackbird's fluting call

Green finches in the...

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What pushes my pen in this whimsical notch of the world?

   Something whispers to me like an elder dream....
  
  ...

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We strolled along deserted lanes
lined by straggly rubble walls,
adorned by yellow cowslips,
perfumed with early wild narcissus,
and music, a fine harmony,
performed by finches of all colours
Whilst...

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