A River Calls
To the Fishermen
Who hunt in resistant streams
With the incessant chance to then
Placate needs in Earth's lifeblood seams
A River Calls
To the Sailors
Who churn, row and infinitely fight
The winds who will forever be their jailers
Hardships being masked with forceful delight
A River Calls
To the Child
Who pierces the banks with ignorant awe and a smile
Letting playful demeanor fail to beguile
Monsters whose vastness rivals the Nile
A River Calls
To a simple Passerby
Placating hardships due to a monsters persistence
Entering a flowing tomb below the sky
To unbound from their ordered existence
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Author:
MKS (
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Comments3
A definite fave the wording and questions of each stanza ring out and call to the heart and brain. The metaphor of the river is most wonderful. Brilliant!
BRAVO
A wonderful and creative write, a real pleasure to read
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