the river washes clean

The River

burns my sins away

as the pines bend

to the winds rushing in the valley

The River

tears at my skin

scouring the dirt of my days,

eddys flaying my flesh

the stones on the riverbank no longer hurt my feet

the cold water seeps deep into my bones.

getting numb past the ache.

the trees tower overhead

looking up

as the current tries to push me down,

It all flows away down The River

thoughts

feelings

worries

fears

hopes

joy

Even the freezing that bites past the bones into my heart

washes away.

my naked skin

washes away

as the current tries to push me down.

the cold rushing water has torn all away,

whatever may remain

waits to yield to the current

and whatever rocks await

downstream

Reviews

[Annie Gryphon]

it's something elemental, something mysterious and strong about your river, like a god in old legends, something that makes you helpless in face of its bigness. It opens my eyes about nature, gets me down to earth and bones. A strong piece of poetry.

[Kelly Scheppers]

There's something about the water that draws me in. I believe its as much as the sound of the waves, as it is the awe of the ocean itself. It truly gives one a sense of significance in this world.