The Waters Run Clean Through Me

Summary

The poem "The Waters Run Clean Through Me" evokes the serene and rejuvenating experience of nature in North Carolina's woodlands.

Abstract

The poem describes a tranquil gorge in North Carolina, where clear waters flow over rocks and moss, creating a peaceful oasis beneath a shady canopy. It reflects on the personal connection the author feels with this natural setting, which offers solace and wonder. The author expresses a desire to immerse themselves in this environment, to sit on a bench that seems to await their presence, to bask in the sun, and to listen to the sounds of nature, including the waters and the mockingbirds. The poem concludes with an invitation to follow the author's blog and stay updated on their poetry and book releases.

Opinions

The author finds the North Carolina woodlands to be a place of spiritual refuge and rejuvenation.
There is a deep appreciation for the natural beauty and tranquility of the gorge, with its clear waters and lush greenery.
The author feels a personal call to visit this place, suggesting a strong emotional and possibly spiritual connection to nature.
The poem conveys a sense of urgency to return to nature ("I’ll climb on the rock, spread my wings to gather the sun").
The author values the sounds of nature, including the "cool-water melody" and the songs of mockingbirds, as an integral part of the experience.
The invitation to follow the author's blog and updates suggests that the author wishes to share their experiences and insights on nature and poetry with a wider audience.

The Waters Run Clean Through Me

a poem

Deep in the North Carolina wood nestled between steep mountainous rises, a gorge, through which run waters, crisp and cool and clean.

A bench waits there for my soul.

The waters run clear, cross rock and moss, with dribbling sounds and meandering thoughts of the distant seas. The canopy hangs over. Shady oasis of quietude waits for me to climb into its folds. A genteel hug whispered through green to wrap me up in wonder once again.

A hike for a day, I must go.

I’ll climb on the rock, spread my wings to gather the sun rub my toes in sphagnum hear the cool-water melody flow…

Oh, Carolina, you are good to my soul.

Let the breeze sway and creak in the pines! May the babbling waters find their gentle way and the mockingbirds ramble song to song, let your nature carry its secrets on.