| 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…
Read more poems: Magpie Tales, Sunday Whirl
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.
ReplyDeleteBeing one and letting the pain flow free, could be a way to be
ReplyDeleteI have a recurring dream of floating down the river just like this...
ReplyDeleteIt seems recurring theme for you...;)
DeleteThe brevity defies the depth.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your visit to my whirling story :) ~Jules
This makes me want to know the complete story of her journey! Loved this so much.
ReplyDeleteThey were a pair very close those two, brother and sister! Lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteOnly a few can dare to take away others suffering and pain. Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteLike Talon, I want to know more...
ReplyDeleteTo 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!
ReplyDeleteHank
I found this very precocious , Hum , thanks
ReplyDeletemmm 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.
ReplyDeletethat's the thing about choices... nice... i love the straight from the tube look...cool...smiles
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