A river
pulled back to its source,
pebble strewn rill
overgrown with reeds,
cannot fathom
the brown churning depths
it’s retreated from.
It plashes
in this nursery of oceans
where each small stone
holds a story.
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beautiful little piece man…i was one that returned to that river after a few years trickling down streams of my own…love the elements of this…well writ…
each small stone holding a story…the river going back to the well…what a wonderful image for the journey of life
Don’t we all find our way back home some day ~ The metaphor is deep as your love ~
Beautiful piece–especially your close–loved it
The stones do contain stories all their own. TIme or not, what you have here is like a well-honed stone with a story all its own.
I suspect your parents would be proud.
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2013/05/13/tanqueray-and-perrier/
Love the idea that each stone holds a story! So much to think about in this poem.
Beautiful description….. Is this for your parents, or about them? From the first stanza I got the impression that they are at the point in their lives when they are beginning to pull back, to retreat into their retirement and content to just watch the rest of the world go by. I apologize if I have that wrong, but it is so ingenuously crafted…. Truly a piece of art in the making…..
I fine “first draft.” I’m not sure you need a rewrite! “nursery of oceans,” is just one of your very fine images. Glad I stopped by…
might be a first draft, but it sings with volume.
Lady Nyo
Do you love your parents? That notion is absurd to me. I thought we’d moved beyond that as a people.
This is lovely… Tender and simple in its truth. Each one of those pebbles is life.
Thanks, most all of you, for your comments. If we move beyond love, we move beyond being human.
The “nursery of oceans” is an outstanding metaphor. As for rewriting – my inner proofreader is demanding an apostrophe in ‘its’, but he wouldn’t change anything else … smiles
each small stone
holds a story…I love this so tender and beautiful.
so beautiful!
First time here, thanks to friends who follow you. I love the idea of small stones; I believe we are the small stones who embark on that sometimes tumultuous journey… and your parents, a fine way to honor them.
Peace, Amy (PS I think you mean “it splashes” instead of “plashes”? Just want to point it out in case this goes for publication. A)