Little River

a piece of flotsam, tumbled, pounded
on the rocky river bank, she
scrambles, slipping off the rounded
mossy stones of misery
no purchase gained, no breath recovered,
no graceful saving branch nearby
just searing icy pain that hovers
circling, striking mercilessly

a passerby hears desperate pleading
sees her in above her head
as he wades the flood's receding
settles back to riverbed
she's leaning, gasping, sobbing, asks
how'd you escape the undertow?
he said don't feed it power it lacks
let it flow and let it go

Reviews

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~ you are a gem... a beautiful piece of wisdom...overflowing with love and care... ~ and, i am letting it go and letting it flow... ~ that internal transformation which is getting validated through this post was also triggered by you... thank you...

[Joel M Frye]

Was written for another friend of mine, going through emotional turbulence at the time...glad you found some breathing space in it for yourself, mlle. serah.

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~ me too... i could tell (about your friend)... you're a gem of a friend...for many... :)

[fargone]

an excellent poem joel. evocative and profound. well written, my friend.

[Judy Ponceby]

very moving...well done and wise words.