Where the Currents Meet
Two paths running beside the water,
each one carrying its own track,
its own way of moving through the day.
The banks rise and fall in slow gradients,
reeds leaning toward the channel
as if answering something in the flow.
Across the way,
a figure walks the opposite shore,
coat shifting in the breeze,
steps steady, unhurried,
as though the distance between you
were simply part of the landscape.
Clouds drift low,
their shadows sliding over the surface,
breaking and reforming
with no need for decision.
You follow the curve of the river,
the path narrowing,
stones clicking underfoot,
the air brightening where the water widens.
For a moment,
both banks seem level with each other—
each side continuing its line
as the water straightens between them.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Cryptic this write seems an image of today's society with different paths where there is an indifference between the travelers noticing only the passing and little engagement. It is peaceful in its way but seems lonely and isolated. Well written my dear friend
An excellent reading dear friend. Thanks, Soren 🙏🕊️
You are most welcome Cryptic
good write my friend much enjoyed
Most grateful and glad, Norman 🙏🏻🕊️
most welcome
You’ve got that quiet observational weight here—like the world just unfolding without asking to be noticed.
There’s a soft tension in the parallel paths, as if distance itself is the real conversation between them.
‘And never the twain shall meet,’ that’s if the remain parallel throughout 🙏🏻🕊️
A fine write A.
Thanks O🙏🏻🕊️
Fab imsgery and narrative poem well written woah! Kudos for this poem!
Plz also read and comment my newest poem too
Thank you kindly🙏🏻🙏🏻
A deep decription of two people walking by the stream. To me it is more than that.It is also one mans path is "unequal" to an other mans path but for a moment the apths find a point that is equal.A thoughtful journey here
Yes! Such intersections are all around us, like the proverbial ships in the night, thanks bro🙏🏻🕊️
I had Images of Robert Frost with this. Lives traveling in different directions.
Enjoyed.
That Frostian Fork! Indeed. Thanks Kevin 🙏🕊️
arqios, this really grabbed me. The quietness of it is what makes it so powerful…nothing forced, nothing dramatic, just two lives moving alongside one another through a landscape that feels deeply reflective and alive. There’s a beautiful calmness here. A fave for sure, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Too glad, Tittu. Thanks kindly 🙏🕊️
Wonderful words Rik, I have written many poems like this about My River.
Andy
Wowwwwwwwwww
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