My Life on Little River

one of my new poems for a book I am working on.

My Life On Little River

 

I could never stop the flow of you
across my seasonal hands.
The way you bathed in sun;
the way the leaves rode
your blue back in heady speeds,
and the snow touched you
in feathers of vanishing.
I have thrown so many days your way
and watched them roll in a squander
of individual currents,
as I followed the small trail of you
to the distant countries
of my smallest prayers.
Everything I hold dear, Little River,
you have tossed
in a bowl of yellow,
or laced in blue greens and gray,
as softly as the fish eggs,
that you protect so roughly.
My words drop into your clay banks,
red with my wounds.
Your rain voice leads me to sleep.

Reviews

[Gandré]

ahh Phibby, what a gem of poem. I liked and watched them roll in a squander
of individual currents,
as I followed the small trail of you
to the distant countries -----------------------very nice and penetrating thoughts you have raised here in this thoughtful romantic poem. I like the choice of words you made especially -as softly as the fish eggs,
that you protect so roughly.
My words drop into your clay banks,
red with my wounds.
The rhymes were naturally flowing. The theme LIttle River and and your home is personally relevant in all climes.

[Tomás Ó C..]

To waste time on Little River is a great thing to do...

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A great concept in describing be lost in a heartache that never seems to end... the clay bank analogy was particularly impressive.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

WOO HOO! FABULOUS! I love it when you dazzle me with your brilliance!

[Ladysue]

This was so well crafted. As Holly said it is like such an intimate love song. Beautifully done...

[Jibey]

I liked the way you used the central image of the river to paint a series of little scenes reflecting the variety and changes of life, all tinged with a somehow sad sense of the passing of time, which takes all with it...

[holly]

Your poems are often paintings of the world around you. This is such an intimate love song to your Little River and yet allows readers to visualize it. What a communion with your natural world!

[Ed Hart]

there you are