Rivers and streams laugh around boulders
tumble down slopes
burble drunkenly against their banks
lie in wait
ready to trip us at fords
pull us under as we swim
You waters with no feeling
have you regrets as you flow past?
In your heart
things you cannot express
deeds you do not enact?
Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The Cheesesellers Wife 
Untamed turbulence
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Indeed!!
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I love the image of the water laughing around boulders…..and the idea of rivers having emotions…….
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Thank you Sherry. I was reading about ancient river names and found out the the River Thames means “the dark one”. This poem came from there….
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Waters with no feeling… love how you call them out…
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:)
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The wildness of rushing water can be so terrifying-you did a wonderful job exploring that feeling.
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Thank you Bridgette!
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I like Derrick’s comment – untamed turbulence.
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:)
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