Best Silts Poems

A raging river tenaciously floods
Tannins and silts combine to dark blood

A hut, just fifty metres, occupying their sight
Two men, cold and wearied, stuck for the night 

An adventure all planned, lasting a week
In the middle of nowhere with red deer to seek

Twelve-hours of hiking, commencing...

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The waves lick the pier-deck beams,

   a boat has passed upon the lake

   to shuffle the song upon the wind,

   ebbing whooshes.....

The smoky waters still to tease

   slow with ancient whispers,

The Loon leads upon the woody melody,

...

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Inspired Thinking

Inspired, I’m thinking
I haven’t an inkling
From where it comes
And where it’s going.

Crawling from a rock
Laid down atop
Fossilized dream silts
Beneath the rivers of
My mind?

Inspired, I’m thinking
Somewhere a clock is ticking
Keeping time to the echoes of
My mind.

Drifting weightless into sleep or
Waking as if popping into a...

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' The gods' spake to all who had 'wide' ears...
but all they heard was Apollo's muse....'
   

How leavened my soul to search,
   
   wooly and wild to the waxxen wind,
   
   how swift my wings...

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Between a sky of pale blue, streaked with white, 
and a glassy sea of royal blue, 
there lies a land of  lavender  rock,
where wind blown grasses grow in briny 
patches around weather beaten houses
brushed  in  pastel shades of yellow, pink, 
and...

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Glancing down from breathless heights,
Amidst climey sighs,
The looming colossus awakens from slumber
And stretches across Thelwalls linear skies.
The hot engines hissing steam -
Recalled from fond memories long back -
Tumbling like huffing little rain clouds
Down from the lofty metal track; 
Wherein brightly painted carriages:
The publicans daughter, the...

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O burgeoning soul of sweet things 
   mellowed to summer's surge,
   with autumn's dim appraisal
   loitered to a final song of ditties,
       the oozes of eve ferment 
     ...

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How leavened my soul to search,
   
   wooly and wild to the waxxen wind,
   
   how swift my wings though my fancy yearns,

   catching sights amorous upon its brim;

The cradled seeds of creation

  ...

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The day flows by just like a slow moving river 
washing over all in it’s path
carrying away the cares of those in need 
of this moment in time.

Moving down and away forever
as far as you can see until the night
when thoughts turn to a new...

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hedgerows greenup-
nature's pastiche
awakens from winter sleep.

Quiet greets the Spring morn,
a shaft of light diffuses night 

snow melts slowly-
a trickle,unseen,runs free 
begins a new spring
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A babbling burn ,riverine unseen,
a stream of freshwater  silts sloping banks
the current slows to- 
eddys, where fat chubb doze.

Quiet greets the...

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Winter melts and seeps deep below,permeates cathedrals with snow,in spate 
nature's blood in flood .In moorland gorse new springs become a tumbling 
source.A babbling burn in feathered ferns to riverine unseen,a stream of 
freshwater clean.In rivers soil silts against sloping banks and the current slows...

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inspired by Ricks contest theme

Winter melts and seeps deep below,
permeates cathedrals with snow,then
in spate,nature's blood in flood .
A babbling burn in feathered ferns
to riverine unseen,a stream of 
freshwater clean.
In rivers soil silts against sloping banks
the current slows into eddys,
where fat chubb doze,
deep waters flow ,below...

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*Image of Flying Cranes by Pixabay.

Zoetic Long-Legged Birds 

A crane flew down and stood still on its stilts,
          their necks straighten in flights,
      a heron too would stand in silts,
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Winter melts 
         &seeps
 deep below
     permeates
 cathedrals with snow

in spate 
      nature's blood

        in flood 

in moorland
 gorse
  ...

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RIVER deep MOUNTAINS high

A babbling burn
   in feathered ferns
into  rivers unseen
a stream 
of 
freshwater 
clean
silts against 
sloping banks
& current 
slows into eddys
of
rivers
deep 

every yearning
creativity sings
the inner self
emotes 
lives life 
with hope
 hesitates
 ideas originate
acts
as inspiration lasts
 the inward veil
draws
to
let imagination sail
& exploration...

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