Treasure Island

Whitney Albright

(07-31-1988 / Alabama)

'Cadenced Beats of this Creek'

Cadenced beats
Rippling sheets
The lows and peaks
Of this creek
It's mucky
But I am lucky
I stand on these boulders
With water to my shoulders
Honey-suckle in the breeze
Ah, this day's for me
Communion on my tongue
Fresh air in my lungs
Chills down my spine
This day is my shrine
He ducks my head in the water
I come up as God's daughter
My sinful flesh was bathed
Praise God, I'm saved
With these cadenced beats
Rippling sheets
And the lows and peaks
Of this creek

Submitted: Friday, September 26, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem ('Cadenced Beats of this Creek' by Whitney Albright )

Enter the verification code :

  • Callie Carroll (9/26/2008 11:57:00 PM)

    Haviing lived up a branch of a wild crick myself for 8 years, this poem spoke to me. The religious references are wonderful, but instead of inspiring me to go to church, they instead inspire me to go lie in the yard, dew and stars and all.Thank you. (Report) Reply

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley Updates

Poem of the Day

poet Henry Lawson

The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought,
The cheque was spent that the shearer earned,
and the sheds were all cut out;
...... Read complete »


Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]