Patrick Cornwall Poet Narrative

The River

Your eyes enter the room and share your thoughts.
I collect them, relieving you and take them home.
The quiet is shattered but at least I have that.
I see you glance at him with patience.
What about me? 
Reach for me and  the fury calms.
I am worthy of being sought.
I will remain here with my favorite companion.
Dignity.
But the  river rises and builds.
The words leave and will never return.
The toll burdens me.
I will meet you downstream.

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Poet Destroyer A December 28, 2012 at 1:11 PM Patrick, congratulations with your poem featured on this awesome endings week of 2012. Wishing you the best of 2013 to come... luv * Linda

Terry L. Allen May 25, 2012 at 7:12 AM This almost reads like a father that feels displaced by his son and can't contain the pain that he feels. He speeks up only to regret words said walks away to keep the peace and wait for his day to arrive.

James Fraser February 27, 2012 at 1:44 PM Love the twist at the end Patrick, good one :)

Grace Williams December 7, 2011 at 5:52 PM The last line is the most amusing threat I have ever heard. Congratulations on causing such an unexpected emotional reponse!