RIVER

RIVER

A Poem by Butch Decatoria

The impetus
Of being
Always on the run
Through pinwheel eyes
Those standing by
The mystic roadways -- (the) river

Blues yet to be brushed or in blush
Of evening chill's breathing
To canvas like windows, dreaming felt

All mindful
And chockful O'
Wonder
Then ponder
Yonder "window breaks"
Past the wilderness' sleep
Bone heavy wood
Umber earth

Past the rush of liquid
Folding in itself as a soundtrack

Pedestrian be
Mindful
the cautionary whales
Ahab's yell
Obsessions
Fears
Or
Drowning in one's sleep

Look wildly widely
Blithely
Down river
Or up there beyond finger's point
Sidewinder snake journeys
Until sky and below it
All meet

The distance
Now only a line
Coalescing what is beyond
Our ability to see

Far and away
Evanesce
It never left

And
Still here
We are now

The spirit is fluent
With the river loud
Always on the run
Currents like my curiosities
When or why does it end
Where do we go?
Like most things existing
Leads to the high art
We forget to seek
And smile

Begin with a dot, a line
A speck of dusk
A burst of light
A starry sky, pieces to mastering
Raging fragility of water
Rapids
Folding itself in / volumes
Or falling from on high
A droplet cry
Then lightning (crash or bloom)
From heavens like electric rivers
So brilliantly
Festoons

Where do we go
There and here underfoot
Over north southern sleep
To oceans twilight deep
Go wrapped or mapless
Or no
Up yonder
There up
Everywhere / All without fear
My heart like the river yearns
To go toward the sun
Aflow the beating drum
Always on the run...

And
Still
Yet
Here.

© 2014 Butch Decatoria


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i love your description of lighting as 'electric rivers'...very thoughtful.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Skillfully placed allusion and lovely metaphor here.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Butch Decatoria

10 Years Ago

Thank you for reading sorry for belated response, much appreciated...
"Begin with a dot, a line
A speck of dusk
A burst of light
A starry sky, pieces to mastering
Raging fragility of water
Rapids
Folding itself in / volumes
Or falling from on high
A droplet cry
Then lightning (crash or bloom)
From heavens like electric rivers
So brilliant "

A very nice and well written poem. Thank you for sharing...:)


Posted 11 Years Ago


Butch Decatoria

11 Years Ago

Think you for your review
Sami Khalil

11 Years Ago

You are welcome...:)

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Butch Decatoria
Butch Decatoria

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