Oh, Woe Is Me

A field of water betrays the spirit that is in the air. It is continually receiving new life and motion from above. It is intermediate in its nature between land and sky. - Thoreau

i asked the swollen, angry river

who is it that makes you flow

why do rise so high and other times sink so low

who and what makes it so

oh, please tell me, give me the scoop, blow-by-blow

it scratched its sodden head and answered that it did not know

all it knew was that it was in a hurry to get to the sea

could not stay to chat and had to go

then, still out of breath, told me to please, just leave it be

oh, woe is me

Author's Note

"The life in us is like the water in the river. It may rise this year higher than man has ever known it, and flood the parched uplands; even this may be the eventful year, which will drown out all our muskrats. It was not always dry land where we dwell." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

Life is much like a river; rising and falling for no reason other than it is. We often flow in a direction because it has become routine and go where the road takes us every day.

Sometimes we don’t have an answer as to why we do something and many times in life we simply need alone space and time to breathe; letting out all the negativity and chaos in our beings. Sometimes we ask someone a question and they don’t have an answer and want to be left to their own devices.

I love the last two lines in this piece!!

[Pete]

all true as you say. thanks for the great share. happy easter!

[Poetic Beauty]

Happy Easter to you as well and you are welcome!!