The River

You walk along the bank.
Dirt and clay squish through your toes.
Dry, dead gum trees overshadow your footsteps.

A hand is pushing at your back, forcing you forwards.
�Alright. Alright. I�m going! Don�t push me!� you say.
The trees block out the light.
Dark footsteps.
Still it pushes.

You stand facing the river.
Water is open and still.
You know still waters run deep.

Pushing, Pushing, Pushing you closer.
It lifts you up.
You scream.
It throws you in.
Muffles the sound of your scream with the rising bubbles.

You are diving through the river.
You still feel the hand, pushing, pushing you further.
You gasp.
The release.
The hand still pushes

Reviews

[Damien Dsoul]

There lingers the tastes of the literary, matched with the metaphoric expression of your words. the river is scary to percieve, your words convery such brilliant emotions of one of life's bitter irony.

[Poeticpiers]

You are the one pushing yourself trying to be more than you can conceive. We are all multiple personalities playing many parts depending on our audience for feedback. I akm not a fan of free form being an old fashioned guy set in my ways I try to find and sometimes succeed in finding something modern worth reading ivor

[BrightEyes]

I read this more than once, deriving a different meaning with each read....a literal hand pushing with one, someone out to harm, a figuritive hand pushing with another, almost a suicidal feel; either way, an intriguing and creative write. The imagery is great; nicely done.


laura :-)

[Jillian Alexis]

Wow Ricohard, this is suspenceful. The imagery you used to pen this wonderful piece was so vivid, I was drawn into the poem. Very nicely done my friend. Excellent, simply excellent...Hugz...Jillian