Thursday 2 February 2017

Crossing the river

















I am crossing the river now,
I am nowhere near you,
I am scattered, long ago
And deliberately so;
Scattered among grains of sod,
To be whole doesn’t mean anything now.
Here when I cross the river
I don’t carry yesterdays
And no meticulous strides;
The tree that was full of nests was cut long ago
So when I see the faces across
Tired frames with bags around
I yell out to sinister woodcutters---
“You have set me free”
I am crossing the river,
Crossing time and flow
To get scattered a little more
Until nothing but light gathers me above
and I am crossing the river now


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9 comments:

  1. Interesting to view those with the bags as sinister woodcutters that set this tree free. It seems to work as an interpretation.

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  2. I like the journey that is light, and free from the baggage of the past~ This is my my favorite:

    Here when I cross the river
    I don’t carry yesterdays
    And no meticulous strides;

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  3. Crossing the river to a better world... to be free from the burdens of life, the river is Styx...

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  4. Wonderful composition. You brought use a glimpse of a person's thoughts as they cross over.

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  5. I am crossing the river,
    "Crossing time and flow
    To get scattered a little more
    Until nothing but light gathers me above
    and I am crossing the river now"

    Love this...the strength and persistence of continuing the journey.

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  6. Really love the repetition in your poem.... helps drive your message home!

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  7. Scattered among grains of sod,
    To be whole doesn’t mean anything now.

    It is often a danger when one gets unsure and wanting to remain whole.

    Hank

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