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Goðafoss

By J Ann Crowder

Falling water of Gods, sculpted on edges of enchanting, Arctic abodes
 
A swirl of turquoise glacier carvings
 
A sense for clarity of thought
 
A continuous being
 
A hopeful vision
 
A frosty spray of gleaming teal
 
A moving tapestry beneath frozen, cyan clouds
 
A living beauty
 
A timeless drop from magick, genteel skies
 
Forever binding earth and soul, she creates from a stilled center
 
She traces edges beneath winding, diamond roads
 
She blooms bright and youthful
 
Her marbled waters ever stir with unharnessed passions, exhuming new depths of imaginations within me
 
I inhale her fresh breath into my warm lungs
 
I drink her gardens of clear, crisp, and unblemished streams
 
Within my dreams she is forever sashaying with bursts swaying, blossoming cold on my thirsty pallet

Written November 22nd, 2016. Please watch video to get a better understanding of this poem.

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