Cataract Poem by Tom Billsborough
Cataract
Rating: ★5.0
Waterfalls of words.
Cascading down
From reservoirs of being.
Sometimes I am seeing
Ghosts of songs,
Arising from the cloudy plumes
Of spray forced up
From the pure depths of our Niagaras.
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
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5/7/2024 1:23:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is so beautiful! Words falling like cataracts springing from the fountains within! They flow down as songs! Powerful images strong enough to sweep one off his feet in the moving currents...! A 10
I was trying to describe the way I write. It does tend to come out in a torrent. Then I'm left wondering where it all came from! Some poems I do plan but this is quite rare and usually based on a line I have read in French or Spanish, usually taking up the poet's thought and comparing it to mine.