Posted on December 30, 2019
by Elan Mudrow
The creek isn’t cruel by not knowing my name.
Even though, I have known its name all my life.
On walks, I still follow its voice, soothed by its flow.
I won’t ask it to know me.
I’m okay with being an eternal stranger to it.
The creek doesn’t need my name
For me to hear its voice
Even during the loneliest times
When snow blankets its banks
And trees block the wind from its surface.
There are times when I wish
I could mimic the creek
But I know its name, taught to me by these very words
Which curve around boulders and tree limbs
Written by the currents of my own heart
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I love this, Elan….moves my spirit!
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Loving your poetry big time!
This is a lovely poem. It reminds me of the creek I grew up near.
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This is a beautiful piece, Elan.
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Nature is a blessing and our friend loving and accepting, it is us that is the threat to nature. It gives to each of us different gifts that cling to our heart. Beautiful expression of the gifts you receive from your stream which is so gorgeous. My husband and I are working on getting back toward the Seattle area, we use to spend a lot of time in your neck of the woods when we were dating and newly wed. I have a daughter in Kirkland that I love and miss terribly as well. Love Joni
This is one of those pieces you can hold inside you as you go, carrying it with you so it can flow down the mountain passages in your heart.
Very nice poem, this resonates!
A truly mesmeric piece of writing!
Beautiful. Water is a language in whatever form it is encountered.
Yes, someone did that to me yesterday.
Thanks so much Ann
Sorry about the abrupt comment but it is almost like the creek you spoke about. You walk around someone sitting in the sun, or waiting in a car You smile and nod at them, they smile and nod back.
Have you ever spoken to a stranger on the road? Or a
Beautiful poem, Elan. I love the imagery and your close relationship with the natural world. x
Thanks so much Maria.
Beautiful and enticing. The creek does know your name, just not in the way you think.
Perhaps you’re right Michael.
The creek knows your water name, and spoke to you as you came and listened. You heard but didn’t know it, but recognize it whenever it’s spoken.
Yes, there is a language there. Thanks.
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This resonates with me. Water has the ability to speak, soothe and lead me. You have captured the relationship that one can have with nature as a teacher and source of calm.
Yes, sometimes they’re almost nonexistent. Thanks.
A beautiful tribute to one of Nature’s often overlooked wonders.
I imagine that the creek just found out your name in this beautiful poem that surely captivates it’s own wonders.
Beautiful, Elan. I love the poem.
Memories are difficult sometimes.
Nice words. 🙏
Refreshing, minus the pun! Lovely connection to nature
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