Rivering.

 

 

Rivering.

 

Oh watery minion of past existence, rivering subtly
those potentized remnants of millions whose
life-happenings earned no award.
That stored weight of muted dynamics, fluid sounds
of lament or contentment went unseen, yet
each held its own minute record.

Deep-level eavesdroppers grasp liquid signatures on
rocky stones as chromosome cries preserved
thru’ suspension still effervesce.
Kingfisher bird pauses a moment stares head lowered
and hears in pool’s depth whispering omens
rendered to murmuring essence.

Furry travellers busily speeding for food first reel then
halt at half-felt inaudible signs of experience
floating in welt of turbulence.
Stoat, Vole and Otter detect in watery breath snatches
of contact by mere discernment.

Why then do we not catch river-speak with ears tuned
to legacy’s wisdom wistfully left over from
yesteryear-folk becoming aware.
That mystical intellect found in the river’s potent spirit
taught by listening, flows with knowledge
which we can learn if we dare.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I was loving this poem, more & more, as I read on. The opening was a little abstract for my ability to read into it, but I felt the metaphor of rivering thru many aspects of life . . . then you got more into the wildlife & that's when I got really hooked . . . plentiful details & original observations . . . and then the ending hit me like a powerful splash. Love the word "rivering" . . . also, "river-speak" . . . love the idea of rivers carrying ancient knowledge if we only stop & listen. Your poem flows like a river too! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Fay Slimm]

Great that you persevered and read to the end of this rather deep message dear Margie - - was wondering if there was too much imagery etc... and yes stopping and listening could bring secrets of forgotten peoples who lived near and left their watery secrets - -- thanks masses my friend for splashing by my Rivering poem. - - - huggles of bestest wishes ......... Fay

[Willys Watson]

The images you convey in this verse are unique, to say the least. And you're right! Nature's history, lessons and moments of reflection are always there if we're receptive.

[Fay Slimm]

Thanks Willy - you found the key to my verse and saw water as a carrier of happenings - much appreciated my poet-friend.