Angry River Song
Just look at me
the mountain cried ..
I’m ten times
more high than that
old river is wide ..
Yes that much is true
and while I have
nothing to hide I just
ebb and I flow
and I rise and fall with
each new tide ..
Well that’s what I’m
led to believe,
the angry river replied ..
Still can you see
how the moon reflects
on the bruised
and broken windows
of both your ego
and your soul and just
how seriously
she does shine so much
brighter now
against your anaemic,
once swollen
snowcapped temples
and all of your
slowly eroding peaks ..
Those that are
now being swept clean
away by all my
very hungry tributaries ..
Each one of them
purposely designed to
gently break
your will and to test
your ruthless
and still rugged integrity ..
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It seemed to make sense and was safer .. so I just let it flow ..
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A strong poem, well written. Your poem contrasts the mountain's permanence and grandeur with the river's fluidity and dynamism, suggesting that pride and ego can be challenged and diminished by nature's relentless forces.
How extraordinarily perceptive ma'am .. Thank you so very bloomin much .. Neville ππ₯π»π
Good write N. Since when was I perceptive?! lol.
You are a chump Orchidee .. do they still use that term or am I just showing off my age ..
Persistence out does strength and size. And those canyons carved and eroded they too cut deep. A wonderful and most wise fable with great meaning my friend. A fave
Ah' you got it too sorenbarrett .. Just be sure my gratitude is both real and true .. Cheers .. Neville
My pleasure my good friend
Wow, Neville, this is one hell of an elemental showdown. The mountain may have stature, but the river has patienceβ¦and that deeper contest between pride, endurance, and inevitable change gives this real bite. Loved it, my friend. πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
I couldn't possibly ask for more Tristan ta so very much .. Neville π·οΈπ€π΄β«πββ¬πΉπ₯π
Fine words Neville.
Andy
Thanks tons Andy .. Neville π
The old wisdom about water and its ultimate affect on stone surely would point to the ultimate fate of the mountain. Final score: River 1 Mountain 0.
However, thereβs a richness here not alluded to in the stats...
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You are one of a kind Dave .. and way too kind too .. Always appreciated mate, cheers .. Neville
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