They say that you can never step into the same river twice
But here I stand in that same old river
That some pass by, but never go in
And that same old fishermen who has never seen a fish
The same rush of water around my grounded feet
That same old rock with that same bird that looks at passing twigs never finding the right one
And here I still stand never swayed
I been in many rivers
But this one never let me go
So here I stand never moving from my spot in the river bay
So here I stand
7 comments:
I really love how time stands still in this poem. It sets great imagery.
The wording in this poem brings a sense of serenity. It is so complex yet so simple. I could imagine it very well.
I really enjoyed this poem because it makes me think about fishing and standing the the cold water and it just bring back good memiores.
I liked you story. I really liked that you had the same things over and over again.
I enjoyed that the words weren't to overused but not underused. In this poem time seems to stand still.
I love the way you have "shaped" the poem. The words fit perfectly in each line.
This was awesome. I'm just curious is this a metaphore?
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