Open Poetry #42 |
River, O River! |
WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
River, O River! Cold, rainy, grey Cloudy: dark and heavy with hope: I can feel the water filling the hungry earth beneath my bare feet I can hear the River rising between the rocks in its parched bed Soon she will cycle again carrying her treasures to the sea, past all the obstacles littering her way she'll sweep them as always contemptuously out of her way: She can't understand evil: the new power blocking her appointed path of life: the power of delusion: the greed killing her flow, her life. For eons, she has done her work happy to serve, providing the arms which nurture and hold for the salmon or the lowly sturgeon, the early man, the wildlife on her banks: She carries her treasures wood, sand and algae she guides the fish to the salt sea she nurtures with her flow. But at her mouth, steel giants have risen to rob her of life and kill her children: They search and probe they take away her treasures Along her banks, an anti-life has sprung, a loveless, garish, angry growth injecting its effluents inside her veins She feels the cold poison of substances unknown to her, She watches her children die floating away forever gone upon her waves, her skin is cut by noisy beasts, her children flee the surface to die into her murky depths If one were to listen he'd hear her whispered complaint to her Creator: Her questions mingled with her age-old song of grinding sands If one were to pay attention, he'd hear the answer in the beating of the rain: "Life was taken from the man and the river fed her children once more--in peace" Amen! |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
WindWalker, This is well organized. What river is this? We are lucky here along the Delaware. No one messes with the river. It used to be horribly polluted, fourty years ago. Now it's taken care of, it's clean, the fish and I can swim in it. Bobby |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
What a sad story WindWalker I know what you are talking about. My last trip to the Northwest made me very sad. I was remembering what it was like when I was a child. Ida |
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