dear Jacob... words ripple on the river singing about the storm the night before... carrying our dreams to another shore. Your poetry floats along the trail of feathers left by eagles flight. truly, Pat
your reply is so poetic...better than the poem...
thank you, Pat, appreciate your kind words... read moreyour reply is so poetic...better than the poem...
thank you, Pat, appreciate your kind words.
j.
6 Years Ago
You are welcome Jacob... we just experienced sudden winds and rain...
causing the Rappahanno.. read moreYou are welcome Jacob... we just experienced sudden winds and rain...
causing the Rappahannock River to rise where rocks on rapids had been a refuge for geese and other prey. Our River often speaks of historic times when George Washington was a boy and walked along the Rappahannock River in Fredericksburg, Virginia. May your days be pleasant and full of adventure. truly, Pat
6 Years Ago
wow, that is a great story...that river is special, for sure.
at least they keep on tapping, it's worse if they couldn't tap, the confusion in our mind, in our thoughts need to be released, even if it ended in some complicated sentences we might not understand.
Amazing use of words my friend. If we used more of our mind. We can see too much, I believe. Nice use of the river and thoughts. Thank you Jacob for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..