The Waterfall

The Waterfall short poem

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When you stand in the thrall of the waterfall
Overwhelmed by its crashing power
When your cheeks feel the sting of its icy caress
And you don’t know the day or the hour
When your ears and your tongue are struck deaf and dumb
And you yearn to recall who you are
With your toes on the ledge, you peer over the ledge
In the roar, in the roar

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I can't remember when I didn't write poems but as I've got older, I find they spill into my head, often at inconvenient times of the morning! I use to write them on my way to work, hence the title of my blog, but now I've given up to go trekking around in a campervan with my husband. Plenty of time to reflect on the world, though I don't claim to understand it any better....
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Randall Smith

One of the most powerful poems I have read in a long time. I could feel the sting of the water against my cheeks.


The waterfall made alive with a few masterful strokes. It is vibrant with a questioning of being, Superb !


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