The Dancing Stones of the River

The Dancing Stones of the River

I don’t know anything abut structure.

I’m just chaos running through the universe making a mess of the place,

I’m just the dancing stones of the river forging a path through life,

I speak in riddles and rhyme,

A whirlwind of explosion set forth on Earth.

I’m a little bit of whimsy added to the grey sky,

I have never been understood,

But misunderstood,

With boundaries and boxes like cold steel, concrete,

You try to break my wings to make me fit.

But I rebel on,

I rebel on,

With the rumble of the river forging a path,

A destruction unforeseen,

The walls of the dam burst forth,

The turbulent river rising,

To the sea.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

The river will find it's own pathway, will break its banks when pushed by extremities or will flow gently at other times. A free spirit wanders in the same way. That's where your lines took me Jessica.

Chris

[John the Baptist]

This one sounds like a description of a classic free spirit. This is the type of person who refuses to play by society's rules (though not in the way of a sociopath), and spurns convention. The poem seems lighthearted until it speaks of "A destruction unforeseen." From then on it can possibly allude to tragedy. Hope not. Well done.

[Jessica]

It's a hopeful poem the destruction unforseen is the river overcoming the dam. Society is the dam, the structure I don't do well with, the cold steel, and concrete. The river wins rising to the sea. The river represents me.

[John the Baptist]

I see it now. Excellent imagery.

[Jessica]

I got rid of "they burst forth" and put the walls of the dam burst forth. I think it makes the flow better and makes it more understandable.