Sunday, July 20, 2014

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

20 comments:

  1. This is lovely, Audrey. I like the idea of the nameless river and also of each drop returning home....

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  2. I 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........

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  3. I see the spread fingers, the delta and the passage of time flowing ever onward to the sea. Very affecting poetry.

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  4. Wow, loved this poem and the imagery.

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  5. beautiful.. the image itself reminds me of a close up of the eyes.. :)

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  6. Beautiful 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 ...

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  7. "a river with no name" - an eloquent metaphor in a lovely allegorical poem. Beautiful!

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  8. I like this part Audrey:

    spilling its heart in rivened tears
    thinking that time will stand still.

    Beautifully written ~

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  9. I love it that drops fall but return home. The cycle of life ... how time heals. Beautiful, Audrey :)

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  10. Your poem made me think that we are not the masters of time. It can go with or without us.

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  11. Wow! a lovely and a charming piece on time.

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  12. Time flowing on without you is an interesting metaphysical concept..Thanks for your visit.

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  13. Every drop returning home..aha..that's wonderful !

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  14. "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...

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  15. Oh...the comings and goings that leave us behind...
    So well put.

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  16. You totally made me think of some Shakespearean scene, talking about the ebb and flow of time...love it!

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  17. Each drop returning home...do we ever really leave? Loved this! Happy Monday to you.

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  18. great imagery!
    i like the lovely form of your poem. :)

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  19. ah if only time would...but it has no ears to hear us...
    nor does it care for our wishes....
    it flows on through and around us....

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