“Water Poem”


A large four-lobed stone in a river in the Rocky Mountains in the Western United States.

Sufi meditation— 

prostrating on the ground 

my shadow 

         

Hifsa Ashraf, Pakistan








stone carving—  

reshaping the stone

reshaping me 

          

Hifsa Ashraf, Pakistan







sharing earth’s grief the boulder

         

Tejendra Sherchan, Nepal










afternoon breeze…

does this baby still dream 

of the womb

         

Marion Clarke, Northern Ireland 







life drawing class 

unable to master limbs 

I go with the flow

          

Marion Clarke, Northern Ireland 











unable to resist 

stroking you…

 Moore sculpture

         

Marion Clarke, Northern Ireland







how time and water

sculpt the mightiest mountains

my grandmother's hands

          

Ingrid Jendrzejewski, Cambridge, UK






liquid memory

dad drives us through the Rockies

the stone in my palm

          

Ingrid Jendrzejewski, Cambridge, UK








a stone ghost tracing the arroyo's flow

          

Ingrid Jendrzejewski, Cambridge, UK













carefully moving out of downward dog

          

Margaret Tau, USA










how he asks

for forgiveness 

wayward husband 

          

Margaret Tau, USA


a river stone

strangely beautiful 

breathes

          

Ernesto P. Santiago, The Philippines  

cradled in his hands

as if asleep

a beguiling stone

          

Ernesto P. Santiago, The Philippines


unburdening 

my heart 

to the Buddha 

pure white rain 

falling on the mountain

          

Pamela A. Babusci, USA


you altered my body 

to fit into yours— 

how gracefully 

the paper-whites bend 

towards the moon

          

Pamela A. Babusci, USA


fluttering bubbles

jabs and kicks  

strength

in the

amniotic fluid

         

Hema Ravi, India

tossed and turned

through the turbulence

unfazed

nerves of stone—

the water poem 

          

Hema Ravi, India


all the time

without beginning 

and without end
          


Wieslaw Karlinksi, Poland 

a nice surprise 

in the hard black power 

so much peace    

          

Wiesław Karliński, Poland


clasped by the river 

silence has learnt 

the shape of water

           

Neena Singh, India 

head-over-heels— 

the river blushes 

around this stone

           

Neena Singh, India 

late spring 

the magic of your touch

opens a crocus bud...

I bend toward you 

as if pulled by moonlight

          

Neena Singh, India


without words

mellow with murmuration

autumn evening 

          

Monica Kakkar, India & USA


smoldering charcoal…

between the bunds

a river runs dry

          

Monica Kakkar, India & USA


writer’s block…

cool light of a stone lantern

chisels a chasm

          

Monica Kakkar, India & USA 


ready for the race

competitors side by side

feeling their hearts pump

          

Tracy Davidson, UK

pumping iron

the gym full

of would-be gods

         

Tracy Davidson, UK

from the beach bar

admiring the curves

of taut muscles…

bottoms up!

          

Tracy Davidson, UK

a river’s soul

in the river rock


Pamela Garry, USA

river stone

the shape of prayer


Pamela Garry, USA