Sunday, November 24, 2013

En bateau

Autumn on the River, 1889, John Singer Sargent 

It was her choice
regardless of virtue…
All suffering gathered
of gap between
habits and cycle
of dreams -
undo in the sleep
to lessen the pain

adrift,
cozy cocooned
in a brown,
Violet open for
straight-from-the-tube-look
of brother, the tides of Autumn…

                                                       Brenda Warren


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13 comments:

  1. This may have been fun when younger waking up to life on the river but my bones would protest mightily now. There is something so special in communing with nature and breathing in the dawn.

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  2. Being one and letting the pain flow free, could be a way to be

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  3. I have a recurring dream of floating down the river just like this...

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    1. It seems recurring theme for you...;)

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  4. The brevity defies the depth.

    Thanks for your visit to my whirling story :) ~Jules

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  5. This makes me want to know the complete story of her journey! Loved this so much.

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  6. They were a pair very close those two, brother and sister! Lovely poem!

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  7. Only a few can dare to take away others suffering and pain. Nice poem.

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  8. To each his own. But a river certainly retains that aura of peacefulness and natural flow so difficult to catch in any other field these days! Great write humbird!

    Hank

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  9. I found this very precocious , Hum , thanks

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  10. mmm hard to live with those choices you know....and knowing we are a product of our decisions. i like how that plays against our habits and cycles.

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  11. that's the thing about choices... nice... i love the straight from the tube look...cool...smiles

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