Hot off the press, Waters of Silver Springs is out today. Newly released book of poems by the poet himself E Lloyd Kelly, now available for download on Amazon/kindle.
Waters of Silver Springs is a collection of poems and some stories about them, written and produced by (The Poet) E. Lloyd Kelly and span a period from the early 90s to today.
Many of these poems are published via social media such as; YouTube and Facebook as well as on the website; works of the poet, but for the most part these are brand new poetry pieces on the landscape. Go ahead, indulge and discover. You may even Read for free on Kindle for Android, Kindle for iOS, Kindle for PC, Kindle for Mac and more. if you don't already have Kindle, not to worry; just download it and read.
There are 19 Titles of poems in this edition, they are as follows;
2. The Road
5. Women dressed in black
7. Sweet waters of Silver Spring
8. Be my muse
10. In name only
11. Jenny was
12. The Sunset
13. My Mother’s day; (too sensitive a matter for me but…)
14. Questions for The production line baby generation
16. Born for this
17. Welcome to Montreal once again
19. To be a Leader (leading from in front)
Here is the feature poems for you to enjoy today, some of you are well familiar with this already since it is published as a video on YouTube.
After a very good friend of mine, after reading a couple of my other poetry pieces, among them was; The Road, and Born for this; made the comments that; "your writings are dark though" me then acknowledging this as a fact by referring back to some of my songs, decided that I would write a lighter piece if for no other reason than to prove to my friend that in fact I can also write lighthearted pieces (smile Jackie) I then set out to write this poem which I call:
Sweet waters of Silver Spring
Sweet waters of Silver Spring
Oh what soft soothing pleasure you bring,
To my eyes, my ears, my thirsty lips,
My tongue so long to taste your flowing delight.
While skin touches your smooth cascade,
Beneath the soft shadows of night.
Your slender arms hugs the neck of Athlone way over on the left,
Whilst George Town's high hills, caresses your breast.
Yet your cool clear water bubbles and constantly, your water flows
Where do you come from they asked, and where do you hasten to go?
No one has ever answered
Nobody seems to know
Young ladies fair washes their hair
Bending beneath your crystal flow
Shadowed curtain around them drawn
Be it at nightfall, or at early dawn
Chattering women washing their load
On rocks smooth surface by the side of the road
Valiant young men awaits their turn
Sits on the culvert's edge as they discover and as they learn
Just one short leg away from hip to toe
You burst up from the ground and hurries to go
By lush green trees while bending low
They salutes and bows, in reverence show
Sumptuous, refreshing, sugary sweet
Waters of my unassuming Silver Spring
You winds your way over rocks and river Moss all live long day
Until you pour out of your glad waters
Into the anxious jaws of Rio Sambre.
By. E Lloyd Kelly, Feb. 2016