Hi everyone
Isn't life funny? I wrote a new poem today about the enormous amount of
water that is flowing into lake Kinneret (since we've had 10 dry years
everybody is very happy about the heavy rain we've been having for the
past 2 weeks). Anyway, I wrote the poem in a fast rhythm, using many
"ing"s and thought to submit it in a few days so as not to exhaust your
patience after the two I've already submitted today. Then I go to read
my mail and Lo and Behold! Arthur has found a poem about water that is
full of "ing"s! Even I dared not put so many in one poem, and here comes
this shameless guy who has exploited his thesaurus thoroughly and piles
them all together one on top of the other!
So now I must submit otherwise you'll think I'm a copycat.
Tammara


So Much Water

Water, water, more
than a quarter
of a million gallons
skip and totter,
bounce and glide in a wild
torrent, turmoil and conundrum.
Where on earth it's come from?
Gushing, crushing
rocks and trees
with the breeze
fly a misty cloud
of hazy rainbows,
clear and proud.
I've never seen
so much water, not since
the great flood,
he said with the nod
of someone who's actually been there.



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From: The Pennine Poetry Works [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
Behalf Of arthur seeley
Sent: Monday, February 24, 2003 7:08 PM
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Subject: Just as a bit of fun ( ing words)

This is part of a poem by Robert Southey " The Cataract at Lodore"
Interesting that I had it as "How do the waters come down at Lahore" I
wondered how I has got the name so far wrong and then find that in James
Joyce's Ulysses in the final chapter, Molly Bloom's monologue, there is
a
quote in there where she is sat on the chamber pot 'how do the waters
come
down at Lahore'.
I remember this poem from way back and I am always reminded of it when
anyone complains about 'ing 'words. The lovely irony is that Gary B
found
the poem for me. LOL.Anyone concerned about copyright please note this
is a
part of the poem.

The cataract strong
Then plunges along,
Striking and raging

As if a war raging
Its caverns and rocks among;
Rising and leaping,
Sinking and creeping,
Swelling and sweeping,
Showering and springing,
Flying and flinging,
Writhing and ringing,
Eddying and whisking,
Spouting and frisking,
Turning and twisting,
Around and around
With endless rebound:
Smiting and fighting,
A sight to delight in;
Confounding, astounding,
Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound.

Collecting, projecting,
Receding and speeding,
And shocking and rocking,
And darting and parting,
And threading and spreading,
And whizzing and hissing,
And dripping and skipping,
And hitting and splitting,
And shining and twining,
And rattling and battling,
And shaking and quaking,
And pouring and roaring,
And waving and raving,
And tossing and crossing,
And flowing and going,
And running and stunning,
And foaming and roaming,
And dinning and spinning,
And dropping and hopping,
And working and jerking,
And guggling and struggling,
And heaving and cleaving,
And moaning and groaning;

And glittering and frittering,
And gathering and feathering,
And whitening and brightening,
And quivering and shivering,
And hurrying and skurrying,
And thundering and floundering;

Dividing and gliding and sliding,
And falling and brawling and sprawling,
And driving and riving and striving,
And sprinkling and twinkling and wrinkling,
And sounding and bounding and rounding,
And bubbling and troubling and doubling,
And grumbling and rumbling and tumbling,
And clattering and battering and shattering;

Retreating and beating and meeting and sheeting,
Delaying and straying and playing and spraying,
Advancing and prancing and glancing and dancing,
Recoiling, turmoiling and toiling and boiling,
And gleaming and streaming and steaming and beaming,
And rushing and flushing and brushing and gushing,
And flapping and rapping and clapping and slapping,
And curling and whirling and purling and twirling,
And thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping,
And dashing and flashing and splashing and clashing;
And so never ending, but always descending,
Sounds and motions for ever and ever are blending
All at once and all o'er, with a mighty uproar, -
And this way the water comes down at Lodore.