Monday, January 2, 2012

Magpie Tales 98: Imagined

River, Marina Moevs, 2005
Shared by Tess Kincaid


river you 


I imagined you 
a mirrored path,
distant past, 

and refused 
to ripple 
that facade, 
that glacial 
face. 

still, 
walls wait 
to rise, 
to be 
raised, 

to shelter 
idyllic 

that which 
exists only 
in imagination. 


Poem © 2012 R. Burnett Baker 

16 comments:

  1. Beautiful write, Rick...Happy 2012!

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  2. an amplifying and insightful piece rick. steven

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  3. This is a lovely poem. I love the sound of your words.

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  4. a mirrored path....hmmm
    still pondering this
    always a treat reading your poetry Rick

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  5. Beautiful poem, Rick; and happy 2012 to you!!! The river really does look like a mirrored path going around the bend... and nary a ripple.

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  6. I love things better that exist only in the imagination.........

    Quite lovely.
    :)

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  7. "You" as a river. Fresh, novel, striking...

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  8. hmm... that glacial face. Beautiful.

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  9. lovely...hopefully the walls are not so high you can not see out...or others see in...smiles.

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  10. Your poem is one of the loveliest I've read ...

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  11. I liked the way your imagination worked here.

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  12. Truly an amazing poem Rick....:-)

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