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
Oh very dark...I'm thinking Virginia Woolf here...
ReplyDeleteIt will come back into site - soon I hope. Water can mean so much and so many different things to so many.
ReplyDeleteI like that it doesn't wait....
ReplyDeleteurges us on, eh? :)
Scary but good.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! 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.
ReplyDeletei like your metaphor of holding on when life wants to sweep us away
ReplyDeletethe river
Lovely imagery! And the new header is beautiful!
ReplyDeletewater 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...
ReplyDeleteThe 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.
ReplyDeleteOh tell me life goes on! Your depth stands out through your imagery!
ReplyDeleteDry land above my head and out of sight.
ReplyDeleteUnsettling, but I like it.
=)
I sense an urgency and energy in your words ... enjoyed this very much.
ReplyDeletea short ride of emotions, this poem.. wonderful!!
ReplyDeleteAnd all of us must go with the flow...
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