Mystery River Poems

. . . and with a haughty drink 
of Virgil’s water 
from the River Lethe
I venture forth knowing nothing
bring on the steps ahead 
and what...

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There it is
The old kettle
Whispering on the hearth
In the winter it speaks to me
Of nights out on the moor

And as the wind
It whistles down the...

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*Situated in the south-western region of Mauritius, a dream island in the Indian Ocean.

Written on 9 November 2023


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River, are you saddened as you drift along-
In this, your journey started centuries ago?
Varied tales lay hidden in your rippling song;
Embodied, mystic secrets mantle rocks...

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Blurred bushes rush by
Brain bends 
Time out far across the fens 
A solitary heron flaps
The pterodactyl lazy loads 
A flyover of long strokes 
Of reed...

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Title -  River of mystery! 

Don't say my dear exceptions does not exist,
It just need a single interest.
World is not a table spoon, 
Mean...

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Mystical Moon
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Mist floats in shawls over the dawn smile.
In July darkness with platinum gauze,
A shroud of mystery, a mystical aisle,
Where nature's beauty takes a pause.

Glistens...

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The nation naturally knows
The Nile. The river flows up to the
North  and above. The love
Through Sudan and Egypt up and on 

The way of...

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I watched it emerge
from out of the fog, monumental
in size, a sheer cliff face of steel 
moving pass me, almost
quieter than my breath 
but for...

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Here serene
Field of green
What a world
I have seen

Deep in shadow
Deep in thought
What was lost
Still is sought

From the mountains
To the valleys
To the bottom of the sea

By...

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Dry river mystery

The river in the domestic landscape was not as big 
as it used to be, for years, the rain upland fell sparsely 
when...

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A boy looked in a river free
God has been merciful to me

His shimmering twin did he see
God has been merciful to me

With life, it said...

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Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that...

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I took the longer way around
I discovered the elongated path
I have gone through the mystery of life
I have seen those things that bring about doubt
I...

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Our River

When I was little, 
we lived near the big Colorado. 
There is no river like her...
in the world. 
We would fish, 
and swim... 
and...

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