The river flows
my river slowed down
went to the valleys
thinks and sifts through her memories
languidly through the meanders
silently rushes to her sea
my river used to be
a clear stream in the beginning
like a story from the mother's bosom
it hums softly like the words to her child
sonorous chime of remembrance
weather like it was yesterday
the river flows
from the backwater
from its source
it foams down the rapids
takes care of herself.
her path winds through canyons and valleys.
where was she
she only knows that
it will soon fill up in no time
the sea with her water
and will say goodbye
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Great poem... thanks...is there a couple of small spelling errors? Really sorry if not, just letting you know, I do it all the time myself
I really like a good ending too and you deliver...
Thank you, John!
A wonderful poem in nature images. More than this it is a great metaphor of life itself. from birth to death returning to its origin. I love the images so well described and fit into the meaning of the metaphor. Great lines within the poem. (like a story from the mother's bosom it hums softly like the words to her child) A line that is not only descriptive but endearing and tender. A wonderful poem a fave. Oh by the way I truly love your Spanish poems. Although I do not feel very competent in Spanish I am fluent in Portuguese and so understand the major gist and appreciate the beauty of poems in another language. Thank you for sharing I truly admire a poet that can write in more than one language. I have tried a couple of times but am still reticent.
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