Wednesday, February 22, 2017

yellow river




i rest my head on yellow river
string two hearts apart
denied of pleasure i seek trees
their branches brown and dark

i fall as water on the stone
make my heart a bed of rock
tethered sun melts all thought
and need of mercies made

grass to branch
stone to moss, river to a rivers edge

to rest my head on yellow river
i string two hearts                           apart


bkmackenzie
2017
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14 comments:

  1. AnonymousFebruary 23, 2017 at 3:53 PM

    Sweet, the river that feeds this garden

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  2. Mary SaylerMarch 4, 2017 at 6:02 AM

    Lovely work!

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  3. ScarletMarch 5, 2017 at 6:15 AM

    I love this share, with the refrain still with two hearts apart ~

    Can you please get in touch with me at: sometimesg@yahoo.com ?

    Grace from D'verse ~

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  4. Gayle Walters RoseMarch 9, 2017 at 6:47 PM

    I'm feeling a tragic parting here with those separate hearts and "I fall as water on the stone, make my heart a bed of rock"...sounds desolate and lonely.
    Gayle ~

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  5. AnonymousMarch 9, 2017 at 7:14 PM

    sounds like a broken heart

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  6. Sanaa RizviMarch 10, 2017 at 2:21 AM

    So beautiful and tenderly written ❤️

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  7. indybevMarch 10, 2017 at 7:35 AM

    Seems plaintive and lonely.

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  8. brudbergMarch 10, 2017 at 12:37 PM

    The thought of hearts apart sounds like it's hard to mend.

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  9. scotthastiepoetMarch 10, 2017 at 1:09 PM

    Lovely the sensibility of this and your voice is fresh and inventive too - "tethered sun melts all thought
    and need of mercies made..." I especially liked this

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  10. GraceMarch 10, 2017 at 1:10 PM

    Still beautiful on the second reading !

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  11. Frank HubenyMarch 11, 2017 at 6:18 AM

    I can sense the loneliness of the separated hearts that need a place to sleep for the night but not together.

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  12. MichaelMarch 19, 2017 at 2:08 PM

    ahhh god...its hurts. they say the heart grows fonder...but bitterness must be kept at bay. the old enemy

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