THE RIVER

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    THE RIVER

    THE RIVER

     

    Six- thirty-five  

    with my morning

    cup of Joe;

    watching it snow

    like a scene out

    of Currier and Ives

    that has come alive.

     

    Farther still where

    the land

    gives way,

    the swirl

    of white erases

    all away.

     

    A hint of cold through

    the window pane,

    I feel its

    fire as

    yesterday’s

    memories

     filter in .

     

    Out there,

    where the land is

    brown and green;

    sloping in its

    leisure;

    ending at the

    river’s edge.

     

     

    Out where the

    night’s

    fragrant warmth

    peeks

    from behind

    mid-summer’s

    blooms.

     

     The scar of

    the opposite bank

    exposing root and red clay

    as if it had

    been carved out

    by a dull blade.

     

    The river

    with its

    emerald oil sheen

    and

    choking leaf rot ,

    all swirling into

    the deep waters

    of human ash.

     

    This is the stream

    where  the

    dead live ,

    the water dark,

    the trees,

    the flowers

    are black ;

    as all resistance fades;

    the light of day falls

    into night;

    erasing all from sight.

     

    I began the slow descent

    into myself.

    And for one

    brief moment ;

    the river

     lives.

     

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    danmartyjake1 commented on THE RIVER

    03-09-2010

    Very interesting poem. Glad I got over to your page, finally! Sorry it took so long!

    SavVySam commented on THE RIVER

    03-04-2010

    Your PS commentary had me curious...I am glad I stopped by for a read! You write very well... the reader is able to drift along on the trip down your stream of thoughts and memories! The second stanza really stands out for me! Nice write!

    dahlusion commented on THE RIVER

    03-01-2010

    "Out where the night’s fragrant warmth peeks from behind mid-summer’s blooms." —— poetically beautiful!

    79VETTE

    03/01/2010

    Thank you ..kind sir i,m humbled . Dave

    laurilang5 commented on THE RIVER

    02-28-2010

    WOW this is beautiful. Touched me deeply, makes me remember the Mississippi.. "land sloping in it's leisure.." Excellent .. a 10!

    79VETTE

    02/28/2010

    thank you so much !!!!

    Teardrops commented on THE RIVER

    02-26-2010

    You are walking in my dreams again my friend and they are to scary for you great poem Marie

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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