Whitney Albright

Rookie (07-31-1988 / Alabama)

'Cadenced Beats Of This Creek' - Poem by Whitney Albright

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


Comments about 'Cadenced Beats Of This Creek' by Whitney Albright

  • Rookie - 5 Points 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

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 26, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 16, 2008


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