Once more I was there,
I was walking beside it,
Walking beside My River.
It seemed so long
Since I walked by its side,
I crossed it daily
So I knew it was there,
But to walk with it
Has been lost,
Lost to my lovers dementia.
But the chance came,
I walked with it.
Its mirrored reflections
Showing me the sky,
The clear blue sky
With white clouds floating,
Floating in heavens gateway.
swan floated serenely by,
His head turned and he looked,
Looked at me as if it could see,
See the depths of my being
As I walked in serenity
Knowing that My River was there,
Was there for me,
Was there for me forever,
Was there with My Spirit,
Both knowing that they would go forward,
Would go forward when my body failed,
Go forward,
Go forward together,
Taking me,
Taking me to eternity’s wonder.
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Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My River is important to me but nowadays I rarely get a chance to walk beside it.
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A meditative write Gold, and true. I get to a River or two, more likely on warm/mild days. Otherwise I rush along, and don't really see much, if it's too chilly.
Maybe it helped you gather thoughts, strength, etc, as you then returned to 'everyday life'.
Yes Orchi, that is so true, walking with My River always brings me a sense of peace and calmness.
Less frequent your river walks may be but both you and the river know it is still there when you need it.
Reflecting upon what i have just written here i suspect that the time of most need are these challenging days you live in. May i suggest gentle meditation upon your riverbank within your minds eye. Shut off and remind yourself of the things which surround you upon the riverbank.... you can be there in mind.... meditate as if you were looking at your river a few feet away.
Thank you da, and thank you for the advice, I may well give that a go.
Oh you've made my day - one of my all time favourite singers - the sexiest voice on vinyl. And a super meditative write - I am not one for looking back on my life and what once was (that just makes me so depressed) but I do like reflecting on the joys of being alive - a knowingness - a great write Andy.
Thank you Michael, I too rarely look back, now is the time to enjoy.
Yes both Joyce and I like Julie London and Cry Me a River says so much.
Excellent write G so many meanings here for us all (Of a certain age) the soul that feeds the sea. The calm in the circle of life. The constant in nature
Beautifully captured
Thank you Andrew, yes us of a certain age can certainly see many things.
This is a bit sad. I don't have a special river but I greatly enjoy walking along rivers in general. nice poem.
Thank you fuch_bu, this river, the River Avon, runs through the town in which I live and when I walk along it I can leave the heart of the town and walk in natures glory.
A beautiful poem, G. While reading it a movie came to mind, "A River Runs Through It."
Thank you w c, yes that movie would come to mind.
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