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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-07-26 at 05:52

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Nancy Sikora
I've been thinking about this lately because of a poem I read:

Ah, fill the Cup:--what boots it to repeat
How Time is slipping underneath our Feet:
Unborn Tomorrow and dead Yesterday
Why fret about them if Today be sweet?

Omar Kayyam

It's not exactly the same thing but it is about how time just keeps going...
2018-07-28


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
An interesting meditation on all of the freight that we force rivers to bear.
2018-07-26


Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Well says it well done Jim. Rivers get many lives in past few days, because of heavy rain's.
2018-07-26