River
River as metaphor, apt symbol of time
And inevitability, though it speaks as well
Of the observer, shore-bound, musing
On life, that is to say, its passing, that is
To say, death; the river as timekeeper—,
You cannot step into the same river twice.
As metaphor it may be a watery avenue
To express thoughts which refuse to be
Readily hooked, a metaphor which lives
In cultures wherever rivers flow, and if
No river flows, flows the sands of time.
The river is what we make of it; the river
Itself, the unobserved river, is water
And current, unnamed. It flows regardless.
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2018-07-26 at 05:52
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