The Stream

Fritz Schwaderer

   Fritz Schwaderer

The stream
sings its song
from memory
without studying
clef or key signature
as for time it is infinite
The notes a stream sings
it finds in raindrop or rivulet
It sings the one note only once
since in a moment that note’s
sound is well down stream
sung by some other bend
in rock of unique timber
It’s the magic of water
defying all imitation
by the imagination
inviting dream

“Some gamblers abandon carefully built houses
In order to live near water. It’s all right. One day
On the river is worth a thousand nights on land.”

Robert Bly


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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5 Responses to The Stream

  1. I see my life in this poem, Peter. Simply touching and gentle.


  2. rgryan says:

    Love this! Great writing, my friend.


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