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
Beautiful write, Rick...Happy 2012!
ReplyDeletean amplifying and insightful piece rick. steven
ReplyDeletelove this.
ReplyDeletesimple and beautiful.
This is a lovely poem. I love the sound of your words.
ReplyDeletesimply beautiful
ReplyDeletea mirrored path....hmmm
ReplyDeletestill pondering this
always a treat reading your poetry Rick
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.
ReplyDeleteI love things better that exist only in the imagination.........
ReplyDeleteQuite lovely.
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"You" as a river. Fresh, novel, striking...
ReplyDeletehmm... that glacial face. Beautiful.
ReplyDeletelovely...hopefully the walls are not so high you can not see out...or others see in...smiles.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is one of the loveliest I've read ...
ReplyDeleteI liked the way your imagination worked here.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and true.
ReplyDeleteTruly an amazing poem Rick....:-)
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