TPAC Alexander Coppedge

Rookie - 414 Points (June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

The Rapids - Poem by TPAC Alexander Coppedge

Vigorously soaring tiny drops,
its roar heard after hard heavy rainfall,
joined together them oar around.

From clouds as tears into a groove they cut,
rumbling in tumbles free of fears,
down and up year mounts.

Swiftly traveling below on land surface,
curling bends tow upon their way,
bowing solely them to firm ground.

Thundering mist sway over forest,
blundering thump in sound,
bubbling in pockets acts under enormous pines.

Twinkling off the branches surfaces,
blinking of lights seen through trees,
dancing crystals in blues and pinks.

Joyful movements of grace without a breeze,
power by trace,
water gusting rush pace running the surface.

Droplets leaping slopes into a sea,
in given hopes never discourteous,
never course unfriendly as they mope.

Loved, them among forest creatures,
hide its features a bit shy,
assembled mixture as one larger than brook.

Topic(s) of this poem: nature

Form: Prose Poem

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Visions of my youth in the Carolina's woods. Serene and tranquil. I
wonder why I don't go back there. Maybe I will. It captures the struggles in life with obstacles. But illustrate the over all Supreme force command

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 31, 2017

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