Becoming the River
Becoming The River
If I were a river
nothing could hold me back
not mountains or valleys
not concrete or steel.
If I were a river
others would feel my power
hour after hour
as I hurried off the beaten track
with my liquid pulse
pounding the shore
my voice, a steady roar.
On and on without pity
through the country side.
around the city
down the mountain
in a daring leap
on and on I’d swiftly keep moving.
Churning, turning from dusk till dawn
in sunlight or moonlight
on and on till the end of time.
Nothing would stop me
for I'm the river
and I will go on
and on
and on…
Copyright © Susan Jeavons | Year Posted 2019
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment