Photo of my creek
waters of the creek
runs with abandon
living life at will
bouncing, gurgling
shifting shape
swirling, whirling
spitting bubbles
cavorting over rocks
hugging the shore
wrapping around boulders
tumbling mini precipice
in noisy splashy rush
roaring in its bounce
living life out loud
Pat R
1/16/18
For dVerse Poets Pub
thoughts and entanglements 
I love the last four lines.
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Good to hear, thank you.
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This spills so beautifully, like that creek. I can hear all the sounds, feel the rush of the water spray. Wonderful.
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Ah! Thank you. Glad it came through that way☺
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And the call it babbling when the brook can do so much more…. 🙂 especially gurgling
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Aah!..I like that, it sounds like a kernal of a poem..😊
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Such Groovy Sweetness. 😎🥀
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Thanks.
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I like how vividly descriptive this is.
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Thank you☺
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“iving life out loud,” as we all should. Just the right final line for such a positive, energy filled quadrille.
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Hi Pat. That’s quite the noisy creek. I was surprised to find it roaring in a “Silence” challenge.
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My kind of silence, it and the wind in tall trees. No humans, no traffic 😊. Thanks for stopping by Olga.
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Ah! The silence surrounding the creek. 🙂
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Water does bounce around (and flows).
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Ha. Ha…and goes where it wants, and does what it wants☺. Thanks for reading Frank.
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