Old Man River

Sometimes I glimpse your face in the pink tinged dawn

It’s of love and grace and nothing to mourn

Sometimes the tears bruise my heart

And I am torn apart

Sometimes I wake in the silence of the night

Every word you spoke alight

Sometimes I wonder how it is

And where we find release

From the coldness of death

How do we waken from our bed?

Sometimes I know love continues to grow

Even after the grim reaper sows

Sometimes all I need is a word

A hundred lifetimes for your voice to be heard

Sometimes I hear you tiptoe in my soul

And for a moment I find the broken pieces, I am whole.

Reviews

[r. f. jordan]

incredible gift to be able to read such vision, brilliance to be able to write with it. this is a poem that flows as a river, about a river, and a reality that has often been compared to a river. all three flow simultaneous within these words. beautiful.

[The White Wolf]

It is the sometimes that matter most :) Lovely poetry, Moon. What would life be without those fleeting moments?

[Eve]

ohhhh, so beautiful, so incredibly sad, to never be able to hear again someones voice that was so dear, heartbreaking really, this is just so gripping.

[Wondering Mind]

This flows like a river, meandering around the and in to the heart and mind of the reader. "sometimes" in itself is poetic, for some reason I have yet to discover. I tend to use it a lot, so the repeat of it tickled that part of me.
Beautifully expressed emotions and thoughts.

[FJ Davis]

A lovely, hopeful and, ultimately, inspiring piece of work.
So well-written that the structure often seems to disappear; leaving almost pure emotion for the reader to deal with.
"Old Man River" not only rolls along; it rolls right over you.

[Leslie Philibert]

What I like here is the use of different line lengths, I really like the fourth line that really takes the tempo out and impresses the reader, a poem that works fine without punctuation and has lots of fine imagery.

[Michael G.]

A quiet, thoughtful beautiful poem.

[Igor G. Balatsky]

You're lucky to hear His tiptoe.
Some day you will hear His voice.
While reading your poems I'm never alone.

[rivers]

A somber yet peaceful understanding of a circle completed and the profound connection that lingers through the rest of our lives. Beautiful sentiment and understanding throughout but the last 4 lines are so hauntingly true from my perspective as well...

"Sometimes all I need is a word
A hundred lifetimes for your voice to be heard
Sometimes I hear you tiptoe in my soul
And for a moment I find the broken pieces, I am whole."

Thank you, Moon and Old Man River, so much for sharing this expressive emotional poem today...

[Pritesh]

Greatly written!word selection was good!keep writing!

[Distant horizons]

Heartfelt words, beautifully written