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 2007-01-08 at 03:23

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John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
A lovely written peice by a very good poet. This relates - as it's currently winter. The worst snow I've seen in my life! However, your metaphorical use is just top dollar. Thanks for sharing - and keep writing, my friend.

Regards,
John.
2010-12-03


Brendan Finbarr Tully
Great poem, a poem of exception even, thoughtful and thought provoking, so many great lines, thank you for sharing Joe
2007-01-08



It's good that you can feel time going slowly by your side...I myself often find the course of time to be fast for me...The poem is superbe! Bravo :).
Lilly xxx
2007-01-08