Posts tagged “water

Rain of the dark

Through the darkness I hear the patter of the rains feet.

It stumbles through the trees foliage,

till the ground it will meet.

A sound with no face,

in the darkness can be rhythmic or can roar.

Gently putting me to sleep with its soft notes,

but awakens me when it pours.

The ground welcomes it,

like a dry sponge soaking in.

The trees slurp through long straws,

drawing deep breaths of water in.

Saturation,

the river gets angry.

Throwing punch’s at the bank,

as it heads toward the sea.

© Deon Heemskerk

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Falls

I saw time disappear,

with the merging of gravity, water and shale.

Over the edge,

the great serpent dangled its tail.

The great pounding of the tail,

sent wet dust into the air.

The lady of this green forest,

catching it in her hair.

Chaos bubbles like a cauldron,

in the bottom of this old wound.

Echoing through the valley,

is this thunderous tune.

Life gathers here,

the energy feeds the forest’s might.

The sun sparkles on the water,

just as the moon does at night.

© Deon Heemskerk 17-12-2012

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Stagnant

Stagnant

The hand brake is rusted on, his dreams just air and the sky.

It makes more sence, not to even try.

A deep rocky river gorge, slowly bubbling away.

unfortunate circumstances, make him feel this way.

Deep in the gorge mystery emotions lay asleep.

In stagnating pools, they will fester and keep.

Bought by the flood of external pressure, it now comes to rest inside.

Gargling sand and water, a fools hope in pride.

The end of the rocky gorge a waterfall so clear.

Roll over murky water, drop the sand particles and disappear.

© Deon Heemskerk 14-3-12


The sound of rain

Flood

The weight of the water makes the branches hang low.

The rivers swelling mass continues to grow.

Taking the land as it roars.

Through the country side, it cuts like a saw.

Open ups old wounds and downs old trees.

Water is full of force but of form is free.

Spreads out across the plains, like parting fingers.

Blanketing the fields, its silty murkiness will linger.

Nature reminds us how small we are.

Egos will shrink as the water spreads so far.

The Sound of Rain

Water Particles break up on the window pane.

The sound on the tin roof deafening again.

Just like TV static but unable to turn it off.

Pounding the roof, this house a sound trough.

A slight break, then it eases away.

A mellow background sound, relaxation noise on replay.

Peace now flowing back into my mind.

Blissful, happy sleep and time to unwind.

 

© Deon Heemskerk 26-11-11


Warmer weather, to the river!

The warmer weather brough a black snake to our back door and it also made me curious to see how our favorite spot on the river was going..

Clear flowing water runs effortlessly over the large granite stone.

Rocks form shapes that resemble prehistoric bone.

The water has no constant shape, morphing, splitting apart and joining again.

On it chugs through the country side like a reliable old train.

A slight breeze hums through the sheoaks over head.

Zigzag patterned sand, shows were the red-belly has fled.

Insects bounce off the surface, trout eating like kings.

The gem of the new england, the nucleus to all living things.

Deon Heemskerk 19-9-11


Signs of spring

 

Early morning sets the full moon.

First flower buds show that spring will be here soon.

Thousand crystal frost spread over the fresh green shoot.

Wise old magpie digging for his loot.

Our catchment clear water, is free from the mining boom.

Irreversible damage sets other areas to their doom.

No particles in our mountain air,our breath free and smooth.

Food free from poisons, in our tummies they soothe.

Living it large is barely living at all.

To be be a part of nature, we should applaud.

Silent sentry casuarinas welcome in the new day.

They look over the river were the ducklings splash and play.

As the long fingers of greed sweep across our land.

The more important, the beautiful things we have at hand.

Deon Heemskerk 14-9-11