Rushing River

There once was a river

in a far away place

that outflew the binds

of time and space.

The water was clear

and an amazing blue

that crashed on the banks

with waves anew.

This river rushed forward

quickly, with speed.

There was no stopping

for it took its own lead.

It sped past the wind

and up through the clouds,

and was unhindered by such

as life’s burial shrouds.

But all at once

it stopped and froze.

The waves drew up

in a curious pose.

The water rushed inward

all cold and dreary,

and it was no longer a river,

not even nearly.

The rushing river was no more

but have no worry, I implore,

for this little bit of simple prose

ends with the beginning of a blooming rose.

Author's Note

Not sure if this makes any sense. I was bored after my Spanish test today and this is what came of it.

Reviews

[Taylor H.]

LOVE THIS ONE. It doesnt really make a lot of sence but thats ok. It means it can mean different things to different people, this is a true poem of the heart