Find your river

Find your river

Blue is for rivers, curving tortuous paths between

the ill-shaped igneous rocks,

red for land, purple the background.

On the map, a plenitude of names, more of places,

of people,

a myriad of entities squeezed to recognition

each craving to find a space between the weeds and thorns

the longing to belong.

Whether A4 or wall sized, the interface will never suffice

to showcase each one, every piece,

every contestant and even winner, in the tournament

for the trophy of fame.

Stray from the race for space.

Retreat to the bushes where the waters be

find relief in nature’s peace.

Find your river too.

Follow into the sea and be the quickwater

that propels another as they find their way through

the labyrinthine byways of life’s maze.

G.A

Reviews

[Thepensiveplayer]

Interesting. You seem to have found your river in who you are. I want to see your river continue to flow and expand through countless territories. Overall, your poem reminds me of being grounded in the person that I am. I think your river may turn into an ocean one day.

[Glennise Ayuk]

Thank you so much. That was the point! Being grounded/better/motivated at being one's own self.
read moreThank you so much. That was the point! Being grounded/better/motivated at being one's own self.
...Someday, yes someday,I hope my river becomes an ocean.