The River

The River

A Poem by Laz K.

It's about the healing power of Nature.

With shifty eyes to steal beauty 
I went to the river like a thief 
Holding a beggar’s empty bowl 
Craving a morsel of inspiration 
The river was swollen with heavy rains 
And pregnant with promises 
My mind - this old steam engine,
Limping forever forward 
On heavy, rusty wheels, 
Wrestling the arms and hands of time 
To arrive at some perceived destination - 
Came to a sudden, quieting halt 

The water was a goddess’s silk scarf 
Incomprehensible, roaring beauty 

I asked for her secrets to be shown, 
For her mysteries to be revealed 

“Hush, hush child, hush 
You haven’t the words, nor I the need” 

These whispered words came over me like 
A soft, slow hand, taking my soul and placing it 
Gently among the heavy stones 
Lying on the river bank

© 2019 Laz K.

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Added on September 3, 2019
Last Updated on September 3, 2019


Laz K.
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