Date: 16.09.2008
Time: 5:45 p.m.
I flow where the earth directs me
Moved only by hard rock, and nothing soft
I flit as I see fit, from stone to stone…
The company of stars above, a constant
The gentle breeze, a restless guide,
I move briskly over shingly shores
And seep softly through the sand
My countenance, a reflection of where I am —
Left to myself, I frolic amidst the pebbles
Contented by my own waters and the life that they contain
Surrounded by voices, I am the gurgling crescendo receding with the sound,
As I glide past those many lives which wish to be heard more than I do.
I shimmer when brightened by the sun,
Shiver at the tender touch of rain
Swelling up in ecstasy at the feel of kindred drops
And relapsing sullenly into moistened banks
When reminded of my limits,
Ill at ease when I am stagnant
I drift… carrying with me mere remnants of lands left behind
Life travels with me as grainy memories —
Sometimes conjoined into larger fragments that threaten with stillness
Till I leave them behind for good…
A heavy load shed for the sake of the present
That demands its own share of burdens,
I meander on and finally reach the sea.
End: 6:05 p.m.
4 comments:
This is different, most people don't care about rivers these days. The ones I see are all frothy with chemicals dumped into them.
Good poem, it has a haunting quality...something hard to pinpoint.
Life travels with me as grainy memories —
Sometimes conjoined into larger fragments that threaten with stillness
Till I leave them behind for good…
I liked these lines VERY much.
the thriving quality of life within the river is so beautifully captured within these lines... me like =)
cheers
The poem flows with grace and ease as does its subject. I <3 it, absolutely!
this blog never disappoints me! cheers!
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