I recall a memory
A tall tale to trudge along
A story of a river
as it speaks its serene song
It sings of trees and cracks
In mud
The textured dark substance
A raging color of burnt blood
Poisoning it’s existence
Yet the symbol of this river
Still stands among the rocks
And whispers underneath the grass
a magical land of moss
A story of children so strong
Splashing in jungle waters
From sunrise to dawn
Mothers waiting
for their children playing
as they hear them sing their song
sipping green tea on wood rafts
swinging from the vines by night
Falling backwards off the ropes
Risking all the trust in their might
Old cotton blankets lie in the sun
As they soak up the light in the tide
the mothers clean and rinse them out
With a passioned intent to remember the sight
Only in memories can a song fulfill
A child’s life and a child’s will
So what better than
A soaked cloak tan
As a symbol of the never ending jungle tale
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Author:
Lane Rowe (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 18th, 2022 22:17
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a metaphorical childhood pov about a place I lived in during a summer visit to India and the village and beauty I saw there
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Reading this brings a blend of river thoughts; first, the river that ran through my grandparents' plot of land where I learned to swim but only after first having drowned and was fished out of and the ingested water pumped pumped out of my 4 year old belly. The second is the river at the end of the 1967 Jungle Book animation where Mowgli returns to the Man Village and develops a crush on a village girl who was fetching a jar of water. Cool stuff.
I love to see how people interpret this, that’s super cool, thankyou for you’re comment!
Good write Lane.
Thank you!
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