Time's Course
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Nigerdelta, NASA
the branch of things moves silently
upon a river with no name.
i hold its ebb and flow
tightly within
splayed fingers
unknowingly
spilling its heart in rivened tears
thinking that time will stand still.
each drop falls
returning home
as it flows on
without me.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014
posted for Poets United
This is lovely, Audrey. I like the idea of the nameless river and also of each drop returning home....
ReplyDeleteI know that feeling, time slipping through one's fingers like a river that cant be stopped.....but I also like the idea of the drops returning home........
ReplyDeleteI see the spread fingers, the delta and the passage of time flowing ever onward to the sea. Very affecting poetry.
ReplyDeleteWow, loved this poem and the imagery.
ReplyDeleteWonderful piece!
ReplyDeleteZQ
beautiful.. the image itself reminds me of a close up of the eyes.. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Nasa shot. And isn't this unknowing hurt of the branch of things too common? I'm assuming the branch is held by a first person demi-god--or maybe the recycling has to be done so that what has already been hurt can heal? Perhaps I'm reading it all wrong and the things we loved got in the way of our better nature. Maybe it is the river we see--held in fists too tightly as we try to stay ...
ReplyDelete"a river with no name" - an eloquent metaphor in a lovely allegorical poem. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI like this part Audrey:
ReplyDeletespilling its heart in rivened tears
thinking that time will stand still.
Beautifully written ~
Your poem made me think that we are not the masters of time. It can go with or without us.
ReplyDeleteWow! a lovely and a charming piece on time.
ReplyDeleteTime flowing on without you is an interesting metaphysical concept..Thanks for your visit.
ReplyDeleteEvery drop returning home..aha..that's wonderful !
ReplyDelete"spilling its heart in rivened tears" has an intense feeling...i like the idea of time's constant flow with or without us....a thought provoking poem Audrey...
ReplyDeleteOh...the comings and goings that leave us behind...
ReplyDeleteSo well put.
You totally made me think of some Shakespearean scene, talking about the ebb and flow of time...love it!
ReplyDeleteEach drop returning home...do we ever really leave? Loved this! Happy Monday to you.
ReplyDeletegreat imagery!
ReplyDeletei like the lovely form of your poem. :)
ah if only time would...but it has no ears to hear us...
ReplyDeletenor does it care for our wishes....
it flows on through and around us....