I beg the group's indulgence for the repost, but I found this poem I wrote in 2007 which mirrors my thoughts this quiet morning,


The river




The river runs slow today
As do my thoughts.
Continents of ice collide and separate
over a grey green field of quiet water.
Snow falls at random.
Flakes swirl or streak as god wills
as uncontrolled as my thoughts
White pin holes in a grey and formless day.

I rage at self inflicted wounds.
Afflicted with terminal incompleteness.
I Feel the cold of an empty being.
Yet also the warm solitude of self.

I sense the labyrinth that leads to clarity
Bringing flowers to Algernon; joyfully.

The river runs slow today
As does my life
As do my thoughts
thankfully.








Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-09-28 at 14:50

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Nice!
2016-10-05



the warm solitude of self is all we can aspire towards
2016-09-30


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice, Joe. A few disturbances, but over all, a feeling of calm. I hope that it isn't actually already snowing where you are.
2016-09-30


Deeps
I loved reading your poem. A true indulgence it has been. Thanks for the repost
2016-09-29


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
it's wonderful to see one of your past poems. time brings a new perspective, and appreciation, right? i love the reference to algernon, and i loved the meditative state of mind. life is a river.
2016-09-28