Sunday, November 13, 2016

i have a river of my own

i have a river of my own
 a flowing river of my own
i have a place that hides the truth
 a place that calmly flows

there is a window through which I see
 a window cracked by words of rest
the heron stands with one leg bent, a treasured
 bird of blue and grey, the egret stands with
 head now lent towards a sound placed far away

I have a river of my own
 a flowing river of my own
I have a place that hides the truth
 a place that calmly flows

there is a door that locks with key
 a door unopened between the cracks
as all the world has yet to see, the egret stands
with head now bent

and the river flows within the calm, the heron flown away
and this I rest my life upon - a truth that drifts away

bkmackenzie
2016

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29 comments:

  1. We all ought to have rivers. Well written!

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  2. So beautiful, the river, the heron, the egret.....all things of beauty to set against the dismal news from humans.

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  3. I love how you let the metaphor and reality mingle... like you are part river and the river part you.

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  4. It is defintely good to a river of one's own!

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  5. The image of the bird works wonderfully!

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  6. the bent head, the unopened door, the hiding of truth--in this river of calm--speaks of tension beneath the surface of freedom and flow and flying. Still, I would float on such a river for a while in a light canoe, and see where the quiet would take me.

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  7. What better that to be an observer and see that nothing last no matter how beautiful or inspiring and we are part of that scene. What a beautifully written poem this is.

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    1. Observation and silence at times give way to clarity...bkm

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  8. This is absolutely stunning!!❤️

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  9. Sadly the truth often drifts away...
    Great write.
    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

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  11. Stunning feeling brought to life.
    Love that ending

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  12. This is lovely: wonderful words and a mesmerizing repetition and cadence. For me, it expresses the hard truth, that serenity is not a given - that, sometimes we have to contrive a way to serenity (on a river of our own; in a place that hides the truth) in order to find a bit of peace in a chaotic world that we cannot control and that we can seldom even influence ... though we must continue to try. Awesome writing!

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    1. Thank you very much Wendy for your words...bkm

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  13. Yes, "lovely" was the word that came to mind. The words flow and then flow away, like your river.

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