Walking and watching the River yesterday, the power of nature, constant movement, wearing away, giving in. Photographs and words hardly touch it, “there is the trying though”….
River
Shapes stone, cuts stone,
Banks and bottoms
Nothing escapes the reach,
the filing down, the silky caress
water seeking touch, truth,
the constant Reveal
what is hidden, Exposed.
Three a.m.
thoughts, inspirations,
no escaping the raw Reveal,
comfort knowing others
are Awake
giving in
to the flow, tumbling,
releasing, realizing,
You Can’t Push the River
There is the trying though,
interior ache
screams it’s message
mouth and arms stretch open
breast exposed
All exposed
shape, cut, touch , caress
reveal, Allow
The Run of the River.
Such is the wonder of synchronicity…I am paused for a moment..having a snack… Pused Beside at the well worn entrance to the river path I frequent daily. And, I read your healing river poem:). Thank you!
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Thank you Judith. Yes, the comfort of nature and moving water.
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A beautiful poem that is powerful and moving. It reminds us that being in touch with nature is a strong healing force. Thank you!
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I am addicted to nature as you are, more every day … like your expressive energy, thank you for wonderful photos too.
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Ahh, the flow, the movement, the nature of water. Your poem holds that same sense of flow, undulating movement, current, energized upwellings, still pools and sudden depths.Well done-and the photo certainly draws me in as well.
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thank you so much for helping me reawaken my love for writing…..and your support. This poem arrived fully formed in the middle of the night…
Just had to write it down. 🙂
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Beautiful 🙂
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Thank you for the comment…….your portraits are exquisite
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I love this! It’s as powerful as a moving river. I love your line “You can’t push the river”
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Your work is beautiful.
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Thank you very much for your kind words and for the reblog.
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