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
Poetry Pantry Poets United
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
Poetry Pantry Poets United
We all ought to have rivers. Well written!
ReplyDeleteThank you...bkm
DeleteWell understood...
ReplyDeleteZQ
Thank you...bkm
DeleteSo beautiful, the river, the heron, the egret.....all things of beauty to set against the dismal news from humans.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sherry as always...bkm
DeleteI love how you let the metaphor and reality mingle... like you are part river and the river part you.
ReplyDeleteThank you Bjorn...bkm
DeleteIt is defintely good to a river of one's own!
ReplyDeleteEspecially at this time...bkm
DeleteThe image of the bird works wonderfully!
ReplyDeleteThank you...bkm
Deletethe 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.
ReplyDeleteThat is the best way right now...bkm
DeleteWhat 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.
ReplyDeleteObservation and silence at times give way to clarity...bkm
DeleteThis is absolutely stunning!!❤️
ReplyDeleteThank you...bkm
DeleteSadly the truth often drifts away...
ReplyDeleteGreat write.
Kind regards
Anna :o]
Thank you...bkm
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ReplyDeleteStunning feeling brought to life.
ReplyDeleteLove that ending
Thank you Martin...bkm
DeleteThis 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!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Wendy for your words...bkm
DeleteLovely imagery.
ReplyDeleteYes, "lovely" was the word that came to mind. The words flow and then flow away, like your river.
ReplyDeleteThank you Annell...bkm
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