I stepped in the stream and muddied its water stirring up silt of past memories.
My footstep a dream caught in dark muck held tight, pulled at desire's plenaries
Eddies of decay circle filling grasping depressions where flesh once was found
Currents of time carry away confusion's debris leaving neither hole or mound
In runoffs and rains enter new waters to these shores foreign and strange
Yet to a viewer's eye this living river shows no observable change
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sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: May 6th, 2026 04:02
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Time past and present. Evolution of a soul yet the river stays the same, I find this to be most elegant dear sorrenbarret 🌹
Thanks so much my dear friend for your read and encouraging comment it means a lot
the flow of the river nicely put, good write my friend
Thanks so much for the read Norman and the comment it is most appreciated my friend
most welcome, enjoyed read
The river never asks questions, or portions blame, it just moves the memory on that little bit futher out to sea..
Water is tranquil though, and it does soothe.
Thank you so much for the review and yes the currents are often slow and subtle letting things settle. Your words are most appreciated
An eery feel about this one.It could be a place where good or evil might have happened.Very clever work
Thank you David for the read and comment it means a lot
Lovely written, Soren. Your poem revolves around a stream as a metaphor for life’s journey, memories, and the inevitable decay and renewal that accompany it. Your imagery evokes a sense of nostalgia and reflection on the nature of existence and how we perceive transformation.
Thank you Friendship for your review and interpretation it is deeply valued and appreciated.
A very nicely write !!!
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