Quiet Streams that Whisper, Once

I wish I could tell you
About the wild beauty of
Distant slopes seen
Through the thick haze of
Squalid towns. The

Crunch of broken rocks. The
Silent hawks caught in a
Warm, wild breeze that blows
In before a storm with clouds that
Were coughed up from a desert
Lake near waterfalls that twist through
Steep, rugged and red
Canyon walls. All of

This… all is lost
Somehow to wild men in
Bushes who scrounge for coins and
Cotton that brakes off from stems
Shattered by the horses I can still
Just hear passing beyond the barren
Mountain gulches. I wish…

The carts go up the canyon and come
Down again. They move on
And off, while I
Am left sitting here smelling
Sweet lawn water sprinkling up
Across green locks and hear
The clouds break off and cool into
Colors of red and pink and, somewhere
In the distance: the purple that breaks
Into a house no one
Can find.

14 thoughts on “Quiet Streams that Whisper, Once

  1. Sherry Blue Sky June 5, 2016 / 6:27 pm

    Such beautiful images and descriptions of the wild. Very lovely. You took me there.

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  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) June 5, 2016 / 6:47 pm

    When we have domesticated nature, we are left with lawn and plastic hawks… so sad for what we have lost, this make med want to search for what’s untouched.

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  3. Wendy Bourke June 5, 2016 / 10:13 pm

    Your title says it all “, Once” … a poignant piece: wonderfully rendered.

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  4. Rosemary Nissen-Wade June 5, 2016 / 11:28 pm

    And I am glad you found a way to tell us.

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  5. thotpurge June 6, 2016 / 2:24 am

    That image of the wild men scrounging for cotton while lawn sprinklers catch the light in the distance is so vivid…the contrast striking. It’s the sad truth of the world.

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  6. Sumana Roy June 6, 2016 / 4:04 am

    greed hovering over the gorgeous and the beautiful…so sad…the world’s been like this since humans inherited this earth…..

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  7. Jae Rose June 6, 2016 / 9:40 am

    And yet here is the house and the story.. maybe it is best not to physically return to such magical places but rather hold them in purple majesty in words and dreams

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  8. kaykuala (@hankkaykuala) June 6, 2016 / 10:19 am

    left sitting here smelling
    Sweet lawn water sprinkling up
    The clouds break off and cool into
    Colors of red and pink

    How heavenly to bask in lush of serenity and not bothered by others who may have their own desperate activities. Great lines Mathew!

    Hank

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  9. Mary June 6, 2016 / 1:52 pm

    You took me to that place, Matthew. But so often things do change in a heartbeat.

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  10. Sanaa Rizvi June 6, 2016 / 2:17 pm

    I echo the sentiments above 😀 beautifully poignant.

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