Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
The Ripples Are Confused
The river runs grey today
Echoing the action of clouds
They move, as it runs
We are underneath, on the banks
The river is smiling at us
This leads to a flood of sky
Movement, on the way
The flow can’t be trusted
We are on the coast
Our houses hidden inland
The moss, on the roofs, built
Of Branches reaching overhead
We dip our hands in the cold
Our lawns, the frozen current
Left to grow gray, abandoned
A false green, wanderlust concrete
The ripples are confused
The river is bent under will
We are dams and dikes
The grey is always today, always was
The sky brushes against our skin
The river seeps, never asleep
We pave the damp ground
Our Roads are wet ribbons
Tar bubbles and pebbles
We magnify our stagnancy
Tires circulate, escapeless
Rocks embedded in tread
Our faucets are rainfall
Foothills filter our lives
The stream, captured, moves
We are but ripples, confused
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Elan Mudrow 
Thanks!
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Love your writing, love your photos! 🙂 Thank you for visiting my blog!
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wonderful choices of words, this is really good 🙂 cheers mate
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Brilliant write! Thank you! ♫
Ann Marie.
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Thanks!!
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Quite lovely!
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Had me thinking that when the icecaps melt and the ocean swells higher than in our collected memories, how some of the rivers will reverse.
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a great poem.
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A beautiful poem and a wonderful photograph.
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Beautiful the way you look deep into things. i like your poetry.
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I find all of your photography and writing on here to be so beautiful and captivating. I nominated you for the Versatile Blogger Award. you can read more about it here if you’d like: http://memorphilia.wordpress.com/2015/01/06/the-versatile-blogger-award/
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Gorgeous.
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