Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Cruel River
This river runs cruel…
This river runs cold.
I know she’s lost in this wilderness, where the lakes are silent, dampened by snow.
Here, she walks on the edge of everything.
This river will meet the sea, that’s where all lies cease, for the moon has a crease.
And on the riverbank, all the leaves have fallen low.
No telling what they’ve seen.
I feel her body, right below the river’s current.
I think I can catch her, bring her back up, if only to the darkest of sunshine.
All light’s in a freeze.
My fingers slide on her skin. She slips through my grasp.
I look downstream to see if I can catch a glimpse of her.
But all is numbed by a ceaseless rain.
She’s not coming back no more.
She won’t come back no more.
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Thanks so much! I’m honored by your comments.
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This is absolutely captivating. It’s a beautiful poem and is so touching. I love it. ♡
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The poem and the picture fit together so wonderfully. Thanks for this lovely and a little eerie post.
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This is so beautiful. Wow. Thank You! 🙂
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And your response is also beautiful. All I can say is…yes.
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Lovely!
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Living around flooding rivers, I first focused on the horror of how water obliterates the edges of what once was. Then, I noticed the fear and loneliness of what might have been. Beautiful.
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Or…having to let go at all costs. Thanks my friend.
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Thanks James.
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Really like the layout and the way you have set it out
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How poignant!
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Thanks so much!
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I really love this
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So many amazing images of this wild river, lovely poetry.
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