in life’s rivers
rounded stones
shaped & smoothed
by time & tides
water glides past them
over beds of gravel
those further from the flow
on banks & in fields
expose sharper angles
fractures softened by moss
stains of oxidisation
in the blue distance
aloof, craggy peaks
snow-capped year round
weighed down by ice—
but even they have rainier days
& meltwater resumes
its slow
patient
work
Published in Open Arts Forum on .
author bio: Jan Harper
Enjoyment of the written word is a gift I've been granted all my life; to have others enjoy what I write is another, more surprising one.
When a poet's words are read, minds connect at an infinitely intimate level.
My writing has appeared in various print publications, from single pieces to arrangements of 10, plus in numerous spots across the web over the past 20 years.
I'm an ex-Brit living in America with my husband, mother-in-law, dog, cats and chickens, plus coyotes, rabbits, deer, possums and other wild critters; when I'm not writing poetry, I can be found with my hands in the dirt, planting and growing a kaleidoscope of produce, or making jams and good meals from the harvest. Painting, knitting, needlecraft and more all express my love of creating.
(photo taken with my phone of a little spot near Southend, England, where I once sat and ate burger and chips as I contemplated being a mermaid)
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