“Stream Among the Reeds” published at Gobblers by Masticadores

On By Mike U.In Poetry

Hey, everyone. I’d like to let you know my poem “Stream Among the Reeds” has gone live at Gobblers By Masticadores. A mighty thank you to Manuela Timofte and her staff for publishing my poetry—it’s most definitely an honor for me. I’m sincerely grateful, Manuela!

“Stream Among the Reeds”
(c) 2024 by Michael L. Utley

“stream among the reeds
peeks at me through cattails
laughs and runs away
do you know you have my heart
do you, little one

I am but an old man now
nearing the clearing
in the woods where I will lie
among columbines
and verdant ferns to make peace

with the universe
every season has its end
every leaf must fall
Luna’s aspect silver-sheened
cycles heavenward…”

You can read the rest of my poem by clicking this link. Also, don’t forget to follow and subscribe to Gobblers By Masticadores, where you’ll find some wonderful writing and plenty of food for thought.

26 thoughts on ““Stream Among the Reeds” published at Gobblers by Masticadores”

    1. Many thanks, Bianca. I’m so pleased to know this poem connected with you. How I wish I could sit beside a stream beneath a willow right now… I appreciate you, my dear friend! 😊

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  5. One of my favorites of past. “koi kitsune dragonfly” rattles up in my head a lot and it seems to have infiltrated my own haiku place or anytime I pass the koi pond at my mom’s favorite restaurant. Some of my favorite things all in a line of poetry, wonderful Mike.☺ glad to see the Gobblers publication 😎🤙

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    1. Thanks so much, Sam. I recall a koi fountain in a restaurant when I was a kid and thought it was the coolest thing ever. Glad to know this one has meaning for you, my friend. Hope you’re doing well and wishing you a good weekend ahead. 😊

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  6. Congratulations dear friend. This poem is as unique and beautiful as your other poems. Love reading it and I am always pleased to see your frequent publications:) Though I am not quick enough to repond everytime but I do know and acknowledge your great work. I wish you more publications my dear frien🥰

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    2. Thank you so much, dear Saima. You always have the most wonderful and kind things to say, and I appreciate you so much. I’m glad you enjoyed this poem. It’s unusual for me to write soothing poetry, but every now and then something inspires me to be hopeful for a moment. We all need a willow by a stream so we can sit in the shade and rest for a while and contemplate life. I appreciate you, my friend, and I hope you’re doing well. A good weekend ahead for you, Saima. 😊

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  7. Stunningly beautiful, Mike! Love this one! Congrats! The beauty of nature befriends us and calms and offers peace and healing. I spent many a childhood day sitting in a weeping willow tree.
    Thanks as always for sharing your gifts.

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    1. Many thanks, Peggy. I know you love nature so I’m glad this one speaks to you. What’s better than a willow by a stream, right? Shade, a cool breeze, butterflies, the soft stream murmurings, the scents of trees and water and wild flowers? I appreciate you and your stalwart support, dear friend. Wishing a good weekend for you. 😊

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  11. Dearest Mike, this poem is such a blessing to nature and the reading of it, to me. The way you have intertwined nature with emotion is just simply put – sensationally wrapped as one. I wanted to show a specific stanza which truly touched my heart but it was impossible to do so. They are all equally brilliant in presentation and in their emotional engagement.

    When I was growing up the pond was my stream and it was literally a sharing of life, a friend, a companion that I related to and it’s calming effect was like a drug of sorts to my soul. It quieted me and made my spirit feel lifted up and therefore I felt loved and I also felt I belonged to something.

    This piece is so tenderly written, and I can relate to every line. Again, a big thank you to Gobblers for these publications. Many blessings Mike.

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    1. Thank you for this wonderful comment, Joni. I have fond memories of farm ponds from my childhood, too. They were magical places for skipping rocks, wading and splashing around, and also for sitting near and pondering life. I loved the salamanders and pollywogs and dragonflies and cattails. There were no streams anywhere near the farm on which I was raised. Later, in my adult years, I lived in a tiny Colorado town called Dolores, where the Dolores River runs. The ever-present scent of water and willows was intoxicating. I loved walking along the river path, mesmerized by the sunlight heliographing on the surface, and watching minnows dart about here and there. Water–especially moving water–is healing and full of mystery and promise. Even though I never learned to swim, I love water. This poem came naturally, easily, to me. I’m so glad to know it spoke to you, my friend. 😊🌸

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