The River

Poem by: Gavin A. Momstretcher

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from 1994

The River

If I were a better poet
Then I would list these blossoms
Yet I can scarcely name them.
A silent, glowing chaos
Where they’re heaped against your skin!
I know the sky is blue,
That tree is called a willow,
The grass is soft and green,
And that we are here
Together, naked, unashamed.
Together,
Falling into each other.
Falling, into the river.
I know that its name is time.

When it’s waves have picked us clean
So not even a kiss remains
Will our love be sung
Under bright flung stars
In the place where it
Enters the sea?

Submitted: September 02, 2021

Adult Romance poetry

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DampKitten

What I like about your pieces, and specifically this one, is the depth of your imagery and metaphorical inference. Riding the river downstream is an analogy to time passing, and the elements of the aging process (picked us clean). Youth is a blossom; love is the energy of nature. In the end, we are dissipated - deposited at last into the sea where all rivers empty. What will come of our memory?

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