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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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - 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.
You're very welcome, my friend
A very nicely write !!!
Thank you Prachi for the review it is most appreciated
Soren, I really love the philosophical undercurrent running through this piece. The river imagery works beautifully as both memory and identity...constantly changing, constantly carrying things away, yet somehow appearing unchanged to the outside world. And that final line ties the whole meditation together perfectly. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much my dear friend for the understanding interpretation it is deeply appreciated
We don't always see the truth and reality of another's existence. Well done.
Thank you Katie for your read and kind understanding comment
Good write SB. I'm searching in the mud for summat for KP's dinner. lol.
Thanks Orchi for the read and comment. Good luck I think it is somewhere under the mud of north south
The river remembers what we try to forget. Very well written!!
Thank you so much for the review and understanding it is appreciated
Having a River as a Metaphor for the Passing of Time was well done. 'You can never step in the same River twice'. As someone once said.
Thank you so much for the review Kevin it is most important to me
Brings me memories of that type of silt that is light and fluffy which settles quite quickly after being disturbed momentarily and the thicker and more buoyant type that creates a muddied milky texture that lasts for hours and hours. 🙏🕊️
And so you are right my friend both are at play. I thank you for your read and comment of understanding
Time will always be there for us soren both past and future.
Andy
Thank you Andy for the hopeful thoughts
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