Wednesday’s Verse—Calls the Waterfall
This week’s verse moves from a a science fiction piece of blank verse about someone in the vanguard of a world-wide evacuation to a verse that plays with repetition and rhyme spoken by a person listening to a waterfall. It is taken from 366 Days of Poetry , a collection of mixed-genre poetry released in 2016. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Calls the Waterfall I stood upon a mountain tall and watched the way the water called. I watched the way the water called; I listened to the waterfall. The water fell, so clear and bright, reflecting gem drops in dawn light. Reflecting gem drops in dawn light, the water called, the water bright. Bright it danced upon the dawn, as dawn’s bright colours lit its fall. As dawn’s bright colours lit its fall, I listened to the water call. I listened to the water call, in the brightness of the dawn. Bright sun colours lit its fall, as I stood upon the mountai
