My River

My River. Afloat In Life And Dream.

A focal point leaving you mesmerized

Minerals crystallized in a form

Wiping sleep from your eyes in the morn.,

Sleep, dreams, streams, and rivers,

Bedrock riverbed

As I find myself split between coming and going,

Misunderstandings and knowing

Seasons change through

November, February, and June.

The Mississippi slices Northern America in two

And till this day,

I ask when I'll reach the basin,

Complacency,

Dreams

Afloat atop cloud nine with sheep

The river drifts me back home,

Yet the current tugs and pulls,

So it's a catch-22

Imitating progression and stagnation

Imitation

The river bank

Where I'd cast lures from rocks,

My throne

Imitating my interactions, analysis, and results

The river

Mother Nature's veins,

Yours,

Mine flow the same

Intriguing streams.

I find rapids tough,

Though I'd hope I've adapted,

Navigating these waters,

The passage,

My river.

Reviews

[Nariko]

This poem gives me an image of someone crying and their tears aren't just from being sad

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

The river, Mother Nature's veins, Yours, Mine flow the same". Mississippi, Tigris, Nile- Water Mothers. Liquid Birth, Life, Death...Beautiful poem describing the river's solace and continuity. The image like lapping waves...Navigate onward my friend.