My River

My River My river flows long into the night She lingers in valleys bereft of yesterdays Courses through deserts of solitude Forsaken by tomorrows She cascades over landscapes Of mountainous sorrows Shadowy glades where trees hiss overhead Eddies of tears lapping gently At her mossy shores My river flows deep into the night Moonlit currents of longing Whirling dreams of pleasures past Caught in swirls of weed, silken green Thoughts unravelling, churning, restless She flows to greet the rosy dawn.

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Curtis Johnson

Date: 4/7/2017 3:14:00 PM

Through endless hindrances, she flows. For she knows where to find the rosy dawn. I love this.

Sheila Sacks
Date: 4/8/2017 3:05:00 AM

I'm so pleased you enjoyed this poem, Curtis. Your lovely comment is much appreciated! X

Jannie Breedt

Date: 9/11/2016 2:18:00 AM

lovely write Sheila, skipping over time and seasons and I love your river

Sheila Sacks
Date: 11/2/2016 1:53:00 PM

Thank you so much, Jannie, your comment is much appreciated! Sheila

Lekau Mamabolo

Date: 5/6/2016 7:29:00 AM

Carrying a feeling of sadness, but definitely an interesting poem to read..Sheila. Keep it up ...Lekau

Sheila Sacks
Date: 5/7/2016 2:04:00 AM

Thank you, Lekau.....sadness does seem to creep into my poetry, even when I set out on a happy note...!