Floating along this meandering river
Bobbing up and down with the rippling tides
Just following it's course with no conscious effort
Watching the world as I drift by
The sun shines down in mirrored obscurity
Never seeing the reflection of what might be
And here I drift immersed in this comfort
Womb like, unasking, free
The water caresses the land so gently
Tickling with playful glee
While I flow on in peaceful contentment
Out to the deepening sea
The flame from the sun
Is slowly extinguished
Onward I ever go
Until this realm of land and sea
Is no longer a place called home
And so I float on through a sea of stars
On a tide familiar but unknown
Then in a lifetime or the birth of a moment
I come to a shore I can call my own
Never have I felt such safe comfort
Or a bliss that touches my soul
And as I step onto this beautiful land
My body fades and goes
And all that's left and will ever be
Follows a river out to a sea
And steers toward a final horizon
Neverending, alive and free
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Saxon Crow (
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This hit a spot! Really enjoyed the gentle flow of this poem, which matched the flow of the river, beautifully written, I bow before you!
Thanks Tallis. Mutual respect means there's no need to bow! 😉
Wonderful words SC, strangely as you put on dusk arisings poem today my poem today will be of the same ilk. Great minds.......
Andy
Thanks GF. Something must be in the air.
A spiritual journey indeed... and who knows where to.. but a positive faith in that which awaits is a wholesome thing.
I wouldnt say faith exactly. More a mild curiosity haha
Gentle words , crow ) beautiful poem 🙂
Thanks VB. How's things with you?
) tired at the moment . But apart from that I’m ok I guess . How are you ? It’s cloudy here ,
Good write SC.
But, heehee, don't the rivers go back to where they came from, in a sort of circular route - river to sea to clouds to rain to fall in rivers, and so on. Is it same water that falls in the same river? How would we know?! lol.
It'll be my last journey will be on the No.11 bus. It's being disbanded next week. Doh!
You've got no romance in your heart Orchi. That's you're problem. Haaaarumph 😤 😂😂
Looks like you'll have to dust off the mobility scooter!!
'here I drift immersed in this comfort
Womb like,'
Brilliant imagery, dear Poet
that metaphorically tattoos itself
to our very, sense of self...
(never imagined the River Styx
portrayed, so gracefully
who knows
maybe Charon, just shepherds us
from one life, to the next
and all we know in betwixt
those realities
is that gentle womb, as safe harbour
for our unbreathing, heartbeats
of wonder...)
Thanks LB. Glad you saw where I was going with this.
I love how the title is a question, because this really does feel like "conclusion" and "beginning." Those final lines: "Alive and free" truly captures the essence of this piece. I adore everything about it, I can also relate to this "bobbing" up and down through tides "familiar but unknown." Wonderful.
Super write SC
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