The River

hurts like birth

The creek was choked and reedy

it languished from under a weepy dam

The dam was just a pile of logs

long felled and piled by the lean of the land

The lake was just a well of waiting

smooth but churning

plain but grand

The season came

the rain cloud bloomed

and waddled heavily cross the sky

The mountain stretched

and blocked her way

and wrung her waters down his side

And from the heights of chaos

the droplets blind and urgent came

The lake bore down like an expecting mom

and the river roared its name

Reviews

[J3ssInJupit3r]

Imagery
Sensory detail
you are painting a picture with the words you speak
I had a small feeling that we were cavemen and you were telling a story, pointing to the paintings on the walls and telling us a story around the fire about the great rains and rivers. There was a Native feeling in this poem that i loved because i have Native American heritage. Beautifully written. Thank you for sharing!

[Razaman]

Thanks very much I actually lived on a reservation for a while as a teacher.

[Cyndy Robinson]

I love the imagery here and the way your words capture the river as if it were a picture

[Razaman]

Thanks for reading it

[BThomvanWart]

I've looked at some of your work, but this one caught my attention. Your work that I've seen caught my attention, don't get me wrong! You have such a way of saying so much with so little. I envy that! Haha. You write a lot, it seems, about nature and how you've observed it and you do this so well. You take just an observation and blow it up into a full blown piece of art. I can't wait to see what else you post! :)

[Razaman]

Thank you for your kind comments