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Still more free verse...
At first, nothing except a thundering sound -
Not loud, not sinister, but whole and round.
A distant roar, from where the waters rebound,
It slips through the forest, echoing all around.
Nearer, nearer, across the moist ground,
She travels closer, toward the water's pale crown.
And there, at last, above the stream where its roots are sown,
Falling, falling, cascading down, it forms a pure, stark white gown.
At its crest, its ivory brow,
Where the curved waters bow,
The shaded falls form a translucent cowl.
And there they scowl, with thunderous noise howl,
With tremendous power from its misted veil.
Intense energy, but not a destructive hail,
It's strong, not harsh, lively and hale.
Towards its crest up to the rock edge high,
From whence comes the watery cry,
There, toward the rushing water does she fly.
To where the rocks and water fight,
But not with any malicious spite,
Where all is colored a gleaming white.
It's not unlike herself, the patches of shadow and light,
Power without harm, protective might.
It shades the life below its liquid gate,
And even despite its tremendous weight,
The water proves to be a valuable mate;
From far away , from the river's throat,
The water runs smoothly, in a controlled float.
Down the river there it flows,
Calmly, suppressed, level and slow.
But as it reaches the roaring falls,
For a moment it stalls;
Near the thin rocks it slows to a pressured crawl.
Then all's let loose watery assault,
Until it hits the bottom - there it halts.
It reminds her of how her powers come out,
Sometimes not at all, sometimes in a powerful gout,
It's a perfect balance of release and control,
The twin sides to her bipolar soul.
She sheds her clothes, steps in; swims about like an otter -
Around her is naught but cool, clear water.
Down the falls she goes, where all about it's all a blur,
Of clear fluid and roaring purrs.
Powerful, pressing, but not unpleasant, there she hovers,
In mid air, suspended by her powers,
Viewing the world through the veil of rushing waters,
Feeling calm, content in the midst of the waterfalls.