Sunday, May 6, 2012

Magpie Tales 116: Life Flows




Image: River Irwell by R.A.D. Stainforth
Shared by Tess Kincaid


water flows 


clinging to the riverbank
                  water flows 
not waiting for decisions 
to let go 
or hold fast. 

rushing currents 
                  push and pull at once 
and at once I'm breathless 

dry land above my head 
                  and out of 
                  sight. 


Poem © 2012 R. Burnett Baker 

14 comments:

  1. Oh very dark...I'm thinking Virginia Woolf here...

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  2. It will come back into site - soon I hope. Water can mean so much and so many different things to so many.

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  3. I like that it doesn't wait....
    urges us on, eh? :)

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  4. Beautiful! Life does flow on, in spite of us I suppose. Your writing reminded me that as I age (gracefully, I hope) I tend more to let life happen and to realize I make decisions, but am never in control.

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  5. i like your metaphor of holding on when life wants to sweep us away

    the river

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  6. Lovely imagery! And the new header is beautiful!

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  7. water does not have the same questions that we do for sure...it rolls right along when something gets in its way...perhaps we can learn from it...

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  8. The course of a river is determined by the land immediately ahead of the flow. Living life that way can be treacherous, as this poem clearly demonstrates. I enjoyed the journey. Thank you for sharing, Baker.

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  9. Oh tell me life goes on! Your depth stands out through your imagery!

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  10. Dry land above my head and out of sight.

    Unsettling, but I like it.

    =)

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  11. I sense an urgency and energy in your words ... enjoyed this very much.

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  12. a short ride of emotions, this poem.. wonderful!!

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  13. And all of us must go with the flow...

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