The River
it’s not as if one part
can separate and be left behind
for then it is a lake..
something quite different
from a river that flows onnn and onnnn
as one moving, rolling being
full of creatures struggling to stay alive
trees having let go and given in
soil of a thousand fields tumbling over and over
partly cleansing; partly destroying
partly beautiful and partly ugly or awful
starting off clear and refreshing
getting more and more
muddy as the miles and days pass
and yet it moves
with an honest intention
and I think it is not unlike living
picking up the good
and the not so good but
always drawn towards the sea.
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Hi Lonnie ~ I’ve been visiting with you here in your poetry and thoughts and images. Wow. I’m glad to have taken you to visit trees & wildflowers & Rocky Mountain View’s today, in the crystal clear, bright sunny morning air. I like what you say about yourself:
“ my life career has been in appreciating creativity and marveling at the breadth of human experience.” I like the concept of having a life career. I tried to send you a message via your “Contact me” page, but could not figure out how to do so. So I figured I’d try a different way, by leaving a “comment” here “in response “ to your beautiful River poem.
I’m so glad you & Jan & Steph could visit today. Thanks for coming!
Currie