Brook | Teen Ink


November 16, 2014
By WindRunner GOLD, Troy, Michigan
WindRunner GOLD, Troy, Michigan
11 articles 0 photos 44 comments

Favorite Quote:
For those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will fly on wings like eagles, they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.

A trickle,
blocked by a large stone,
algae coats the surface,
organisms leach and
breed in the pugnant
green water.
an abomination,
trapped, unable to flow,
futile attempts to free itself
as the stone looks on impassively,
a barrier, rash in believing itself a god,
the algae and insects
it’s subjects, static, unchanging.
The rot gathers,no current
to cleanse itself,
tortured by it’s own situation
till it surrenders to the stone
and gives itself away.
Sinking into it’s own reality,
unable to subside into the earth,
forever a pool of stagnant water.


fall comes and the world
catches fire,
orange, yellows, reds.
this is a cool fire,
and it burns away
the larvae
the insects,
the bugs.
And the rock’s kingdom
becomes clear,
loosing it’s armor,
and the brook thrashes.

The rock cannot believe it,
but he has seen,
his reign coming to an end,
and he fears the brook.

Winter comes
and the brook freezes,

and it pushes the rock.
Striving for movement,
to rejoin the stream
and all,
And the snow gathers on the mount.


A bird chirps,
first since the last robin,
and the snow melts
filling the stream.
The brook surges.,
The cycle renewed,
and the stone falls,
the brook
gurgleling with joy
as it rejoins the stream.

The author's comments:

I made this up in 8th grade english class, while we were supposed to be reading.

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on Feb. 3 2016 at 7:04 pm
Queen_of_Mediocrity BRONZE, Houston, Texas
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"If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there." -The Cheshire Cat

What a charming poem. Particularly because it allows readers to bring their own meaning to it.

on Feb. 16 2015 at 4:58 am
Allen. PLATINUM, Palo Alto, California
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[i]No matter how much people try to put you down or make you think other things about yourself, the only person you can trust about who you really are is you[/i] -Crusher-P

It's very long is really my only complaint. The idea and word choice is lovely, but most can't sit through a page-long poem. However, this is very nice.

on Dec. 22 2014 at 12:17 pm
ansem_unlimited PLATINUM, Frederick, Maryland
33 articles 0 photos 140 comments

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Thou may think of me as desired, to idolize or villanize me whichever you may choose. but gaze upon me and thou sall not see the husk of a man! for all my sins and all my bliss, i am anything but hollow

a very long poem, but worth every word. very natural, powerful, graceful majestic... I love the amount of imagery & attention you put in. good job.

Gagax SILVER said...
on Dec. 21 2014 at 1:59 pm
Gagax SILVER, Sugarland, Texas
5 articles 1 photo 46 comments
I love th beautiful description. 5/5!!

MalaikaJ GOLD said...
on Dec. 20 2014 at 1:09 pm
MalaikaJ GOLD, Cloquet, Minnesota
19 articles 2 photos 127 comments

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I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions. - James Michener

This is really good! I can't believe how you made such an ordinary thing so dramatic. Great job!

on Dec. 16 2014 at 9:52 pm
Helena_Noel BRONZE, Burnt Hills, New York
1 article 0 photos 629 comments

Favorite Quote:
“I'd rather see a sermon than hear one any day; I'd rather one should walk with me than merely tell the way: The eye's a better pupil and more willing than the ear, fine counsel is confusing, but example's always clear.” -Edgar Guest

Captivating story of the smallest of things. The visual imagry was fantastic, choosing rather packed words and colorful descriptions to paint the original pool. It was almost like and I could almost smell the dank of the stagnant water as a read.
As the change came about from pool to brook, the micro-critters dying and the water clearing, I could feel a sense of rebirth and power myself and knew why the static rock-god feared! The final part was beautifully written as well.  I almost feel the fourth stanza, with the robin chirping, was the prefect mirror for the the swelling, frosty water gushing free. 5/5, WindRunner! Well done! Write on!

SilverLiner said...
on Dec. 16 2014 at 6:17 am
SilverLiner, Accra, Other
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This is an amazing poem; truly subtle i daresay. Great work wind!