The river
swallows my tears
in one great gulp
the silhouette lump
of it
travels lazy
down his throat
releasing me
nourishing him
I choose this
alchemy of grace
to change my ache
to sustenance
a gift offered to dream seeing
fields below
ripe with fruit harvest
growing green and sturdy
watered
purified
fertilized
by pain
Once again
this river alchemist
changes what was
to what is and will be
licks a wound
quenches thirst
mine and his
soaking dark ground
with our tears
together
rain making a
new crop
greening up
leafing out
soon to sprout
new life
7 comments:
from tears to new life . . . what a world we live in. :)
Hope is everything . . .
Joy and love,
Susan
beautiful renewing
living water in that river ...
This is lovely, Kathleen. I'm reading it after a long day out in the countryside, tooling back roads of Virginia. It offers a nice bit of respite, a welcoming home.
Thank you Nancy, Susan, Maureen, and Erin. Nice to meet you, Susan Deborah.
The personification in this poem is really powerful--from the river's throat to the river alchemist in the final stanza.
I agree with nAncY that this is a poem of "beautiful renewal."
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