Softly settle the sediments
As thoughtless water flows away,
Leaving precious elements
Where they shall never see decay.

Fragments of the fulgent sun
Are captured as golden grains
Cradled in the river bed
Of deep poetic refrains.

Concealed in that fertile womb
The seeds evolve and bide their time,
For a miner to dig deep enough
To give them breath, and form, and rhyme.

Yet still the water babbles on
As the rich deposits harden,
While traces of those gifts are borne
To nourish distant gardens.

Joanne Van Leerdam, 2017. 

This poem was  inspired by fellow poet, Lyra Shanti, whose fabulous book of poetry is titled ‘Sediments’.


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