River Stone

Worry has worn me smooth,

like a drowned river stone,

begging to be lifted--

still at the mercy of the current,

yet going nowhere.

Reviews

[Leviari]

What a beautiful writing! The rhythm flows easily and you made a brilliant choice of both words and metaphors. The last stanza

"Worry has me worn smooth,
like a drowned river stone,
begging to be lifted--
still at the mercy of the current,
yet going nowhere."

is very powerful and you made a punching statement. However I got a little lost at the fourth and fifth verses. Who is "the next"? The next lover? Next star? It's no big deal, just a little (and personal!) difficulty in the interpretation.

It's a great poem, and thank you for sharing!

[Gaia Octavia]

Thank you so much! Personally, the next and the next are failed relationships, but I hope others interpret it however they choose. Though if it's just confusing, I should def work on a clearer line. Thank you for your comment!

[Gaia Octavia]

*and the "not much left" (for me) is referring to what I have to offer someone

[Leviari]

oh I see! I guess I was subconsciously trying to make a connection with the stars of the first verse! Thank you for clarifying :)

[Gaia Octavia]

I love learning how others interpret my words, so thank you!