We tasted this water
when it was ocean, cloud—
knew our river in days of ease
and sunshine, wearying
down its banks, claiming
this pocket of complacency
as its best aspect.
Of course
we couldn’t hold it. Rains
overflooded the banks
and we were swept along
cries of revolution still
bewildered deep
below the surface
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I like this very much. It’s a beautifully constructed image. I love the taste of the river as cloud.
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Thank you. Much appreciated, as I tinkered with this one longer than usual. 🙂
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I responded to this one like a spring
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That’s good, right? This is the restrained version. 😉
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‘spring’ as in water rising out of the ground …
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I love the idea of tasting the river water as a cloud–and the other images, too.
We do get complacent about nature–and things, don’t we?
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Thank you. Complacent, yes, very. To the point of frustration, sometimes…but that might be tomorrow’s poem.
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😉
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Every word and punctuation mark – and indent! – is perfectly placed here. It flows so well – is it ridiculous to say that m dash really paces it out well? Or that I love the indent which emphasizes the line and focuses the reader on the strength of that statement? I’m such a geek. I also love the line “wearying down its banks” and the age-old-ness of the first two lines.
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I love your love of language and thank you for your generous attention to my words. And em dashes. 🙂 ❤
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🙂
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Beautiful, and frustratingly real!
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The frustration has been big here these past several days. Don’t know why. Sigh.
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It happens.
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