The river speaks in hushed tones,
its currents thick with secrets,
folding into themselves—
the weight of unspoken histories
dredged along the silt.
I do not step in.
The water remembers too much.
The city breathes metal and wire,
a maze built on absence,
corridors wound so tightly
that voices lose their way,
disappearing before they reach the ear that listens.
I do not linger.
Echoes have sharped edges.
Above, the sky bruises with evening,
a hush before the storm rattles loose
the bones of quiet streets.
Lightning fractures the dark,
too brief to hold, too sudden to name.
I do not follow.
Names are only borrowed,
and some things are better left untold.
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Wow this is special. Reading this I am transported to the river ,t he city and nature. Interestingly the author is chooses not to participate. because as it says a t the end some things are left untold.I really enjoyed this. A very introspective piece.
Ah yes. I have been caught out. And yes, thank you for being the first to grace this page today. 🙏🏻🕊️
Hopefully not too deep or too weighty for a Sunday read. Hadn't quite finalised the fathers day write; ours is not until 7 Sept., this year. hehe
Cryptic I believe this is one of your best poems. As I attempt to unravel it and all its metaphor, in splendid unique imagery (The city breaths metal and wire) (Above, the sky bruises with evening) that imprints itself so vividly, I become aware that the feelings it evokes are not so easily put into words, at least words that do it any justice. The blended aroma from food cooked hangs in the air and can not easily be put into words but just enjoyed. The meaning is too deep and it only provokes hunger that would consume if it could. Truly masterful
Oh dear. Now there is something to consider Soren. There is that undergirding flow that I am glad has been subtle but recognisable in the imagery. Thank you so much. Happy fathers day.🕊️🙏🏻
And a happy father's day to you as well
Thanks Soren🙏🏻🕊️
A very interesting write and curious the writer chooses to not partake, I got the sense of someone walking back through their life and they know and fear what they would see and be told, hence the reluctance to be involved. Whatever the meaning is this is a really enjoyable and engrossing read, thank you
Now there's an awesome take... like a time traveller choosing not to tweak events in the past. Thank you for sharing your most valued thoughts.🙏🏻🕊️
You are very welcome
As I'm not well versed (oh dear) in metaphor, I only saw an abused river of which there are too many in the world, polluted in the extreme, and the wise decision not to step in.
For me, at that level, perfect sense.
And in that level I would agree quite affirmatively. Abused rivers are all about, river is life and abusing it would also be abusing life.🙏🏻🕊️
A very wonderful piece, my friend. I love the nature in your poems. Well done! 🌹👏
...nature is all that i truly got, mate. Or whatever of it that I'm allowed access to. 🙏🏻🕊️
I hear you. And I wouldn't want you to EVER lose that! Love you and your poems, my brother!
Ditto! Or should I say, backatya!
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