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clay, gravel, loneliness, loss, love, paddleboats, Poem, Poetry, rivers, wisdom
Time dredges torn rivers
in the silted greys
of sludged loneliness.
Paddleboats massage deep pains
with butterflown wisps of soot,
batting hopes of romance,
portly, starboard.
Brooding clays and gravel,
water-born from light to depths,
content themselves to self-made beds,
concreted on the solidarity
of wisdoms, forgotten.
( written for Open Link Night at DversePoets )
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I especially like your second stanza. “butterflown wisps of soot” is very vivid.
Thanks Marilyn..it is quite vivid..
It’s just nice drifting along on your words.
Unique metaphor!
dang…really like that middle stanza…this is a tight metaphor…the paddle boats massaging deep….realy realy like that….
Love the metaphors in this poem. There’s just so much to think about.
Time has its healing properties, but the scars can remain visible…