Wednesday, January 4, 2012

river ...





















The river
surging ahead
in monsoon,
inches rising,
bouncing like jubilant boys,
carrying along
the trivial and the significant
silent sighs
villages
cattle
people.

The river
receding
in summer,
drying till a trickle
in the sand
baring
the trivial and the significant
straws
women’s hair
torn paper boats
rusted metals.

The river
existing
in all seasons,
in either form,
roaming like a wanderer,
hoping for a destination
reflecting
laughter and tears
  debris and moss green leaves
and a lump of soil.

The river,
a life,
the only permanence
that keeps changing every moment.


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17 comments:

booguloo said...

The river is life. Nice imagery.

Rachit said...

River & destiny... both dynamic, random and full of life... yet searching for piece.

Happy New Year
Weakest LINK

The Unknowngnome said...

You're right in portraying both sides of the river. It's tranquility as pictured is beautiful but its turmoil can be devastating. The only permanence is as you say, in its being.

Brian Miller said...

the only permenence that keeps changing every moment....true that...ha....love the repitition in the opening two stanzas as well...really nice capture...

hedgewitch said...

Water and life seem inextricably bound here, presence and absence, arrival and departure,--a great study in many contrasts and juxtapositions, with some lovely language as well.

Doctor FTSE said...

I so like the "permanence that keeps changing every moment." Nice Magpie.

Ygraine said...

The river is like Spirit - always existing no matter what befalls it.
A truly beautiful poem :)

Rose said...

surging/receding
carrying along/baring the trivial and significant
I particularly like how you wove into the second stanza the belongings (of the cattle, women, children and men) 'straws, women's hair, torn paper boats, rusted metal'
And of course your clever insertion of 'a lump of soil'
Beautifully written as always dear lady!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love this poem, the repetition of the carrying along and baring of the significant and insignificant is very effective. I especially love the closing lines. Strong writing, Moon.

Ed Pilolla said...

this ran like a river, flowing fearlessly on.
happy new year:)

ayala said...

roaming like a wanderer,
hoping for a destination...
Love this, my friend!

Kathy Bischoping said...

The river-jubilant boys comparison bounces off the screen, it's so wonderful and unexpected!

Mary said...

Can I simply say.....just beautiful!!!! Well done in every way.

Pat Hatt said...

Wow really great verse, nicely done! The river flows for us all and never seems to stall.

C Hummel Kornell a/k/a C Hummel Wilson said...

Beautifully written...the river of life. Well done.

R.Ramakrishnan said...

Nice poem very representative of the reality of life.

Martin (starwatcher521) said...

A beautifully written metaphor. I like it.