Thoughts by a river.

This is one of my personal favorite poems, because i remember the feeling as i sat by the river and wrote it and let it flow, just enjoying the moment...:)

 Ever watch a river flow..
Wondered where the water's from
or where does it go?
Flowing over steps of rocks.
The rapids eternally singing the same song..
With rain, or the lack of it,
The only thing changing it's tone.
But,….it flows...
And doesn't stop for worry or strife,
Just…flows...
Water, the foundation of life,..
A river…a majestic sight,..
Flowing….never caring,… just flowing,
Knowing the sun of each day, the dark of each night,
Storms and stillness, blizzard and breeze,
A river,..just keeps flowing.
Trees along it's bank, ..bowing,
Like sentinels in a procession,,
Limbs like drawn swords,
only serene, and at peaceful rest,
they honor the waters passing,
like life itself,….
and the same water, .. flowing,..
will reach another place
and then be caught up in the clouds
and will find it's way back…
and again...flow..
from a raindrop falling ,..into a creek ,
and the river again…
and, as it flows,…trees..
trees from seeds of sentinels past
along the river will bow…
as life….is passing still,..passing...
peacefully  without care or worry..
just……flowing…..
A man will pass the river
not seeing, sadly not knowing,..only... going,
to and from,…worries and cares
cares his own hands have made,…
That, if he only knew, will also pass
as the water in the river,…flowing
and pass as well will be what he has made,
with his own thoughts on his paper throne,
and arrogantly he called "majestic"..
"Mine!" he says while dying, "mine, my very own"
Times passing will declare it "ruins"
shells of blind vanity,.
and when that mans ashes scatter in the breeze,
Just as it was,
before he breathed his first breath
still there will be mountains and trees,
…and the river,…flowing..
Oh, if only that mans soul would wake
cherishing each breath
and just being,..with each breath he takes,
and instead of blindly passing
Turn,..open his eyes and see,
The river,…showing,…and hear it flowing..
A sight and song of true majesty.
So wade in awakened soul!,
Vanity shed,..true joy now realized….
Knowing, like the river flowing,…
So is this moment,… and life.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

This is wonderful and I love the use of the word 'flowing' throughout... tumbles the phrases into a long stream of memories and imagination. Guess i'm biased cos i love rivers, the sparkle of their movement!

'That, if he only knew, will also pass
as the water in the river,�flowing
and pass as well will be what he has made,
with his own thoughts on his paper throne,
and arrogantly he called "majestic"..
"Mine!" he says while dying, "mine, my very own"

The lines above are incredibly put and really quite heart-stopping.

Thank you for sharing

[shandi]

Im from Missouri and sitting by the river is one of the most peaceful places I can escape to. Ive spent many hours there contemplating some of the same things that you mention in this poem. It sometimes feels like the water helps to wash away your troubles and bring light to seeing that everything can and will pass through your life. Very good write.

[cest la vie]

For someone like me who has never seen or sat beside a river, I thank you. YOu gave a wonderful vision of the sights, sounds, textures in the air. Truly a magnificent write. Also a gift for someone like me who has never had the pleaseure. Thank you for writing and sharing such a beautiful piece.

Lynne