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OK. The "purling river" has got me thinking. Could we construct here a group of water terms that strictly describe (or even leniently describe) the movement of water, whether terms that are actually in the dictionary (as "purling" is for movement of water) or poetic--newly created or otherwise? (What? Oldly creative? What a thought!) All bodies of water would be perfectly acceptable here, from storm in a teacup to the waters in the Sky.
I'll start by repeating what we learned on the Purling thread and then move (or not, as is the case below) to something different. There must be a lot of terms in between and, also, extended outwardly in opposite directions-three- four- five- six-dimensional---who cares.
1. purling river
2. stagnant water
Boat regards,
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rippling stream...
"smooth as glass" I know this doesn't describe movement, but it is used to describe a lake or pond...
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1. gurgling brook
2. crashing surf
3. running tide
4. choppy sea
5. rolling swells
6. racing current
7. surging current
8. storm surge
9. tidal wave
10. tsunami
11. winding rivulet(s)
12. streaming tears
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A babbling brook and a lapping wave.
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For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,
Seem here no painful inch to gain,
Far back, through creeks and inlets making,
Comes silent flooding in, the main.
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Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein of polished leather
A heavy horse and a tumbling sky
brewing heavy weather
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Oh yes, smooth as glass" I know this doesn't describe movement, but it is used to describe a lake or pond...
and suggest to me, White capped--the normaly placid bay, today was white capped, though the front, and all its storms are still hours off..
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Sea-Fever
John Masefield
I MUST down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life.
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
© John Masefield
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twice a day, 5 days a week, i ride through a salt water marsh.. every day, it is different. Tuesday, last week, when the moon was half full, the tides were double full, and water creaped up the stony embankent that holds the tracks.. all signs of the old wooden bridge were hidden under the placid water that slowly gently flooded the marsh..
this morning, low tide, the creek out to the bay was not much wider than a stride, and soft mud on edges looked like cuniform, a secret language created by the egrets. a cormarnt sat high, and drying, on the rotted woods of an ancient bridge. the crooked wings, hung like a great shrug, as if he were uncertain of everthing.. far out in the bay, the water was silver pink, still tinged with dawn color, and the mist of morning had not yet been sweeped away by the suns rays.. How white the hulls of boats gleamed.. and their masts reach up, like weary early morning risers, streatching there arms above their heads and yawning ,in wonderous surprize of the light of day.
Little Neck bay is very small, and almost insignifigant. but it is a joyous part of the rhythm of my day.
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