River Without EndA Poem by Fire&IceCut from the trunk of a tree Hollowed with a rock A canoe floats idly down the river Gliding through clear waters Beneath the canoe is a sea of mint green weeds Jutting up to reach the stern, and pull it down Into the depths, that get darker as one sinks Weeping willows hang overhead A leaf from one twists and turns in the wind It spins down to rest on the seat of the canoe Then in one gust, blows into air again Finding its way to lay atop the water's surface The canoe plows through the leaf, pushing it below It sinks and becomes invisible It's empty, this boat Filled with space for passengers But no sound is heard, not even that of a frog No people in sight, where have they gone? If one were to look, they wouldn't even see A bird, or a deer This land is empty, same to the canoe © 2008 Fire&IceReviews
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2 Reviews Added on October 15, 2008 AuthorFire&IceMAAbout"You've got enemies? Good. That means you actually stood up for something in your life." more..Writing
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