Riff On A River Poet Poem by David McLansky

Riff On A River Poet



Had I been a river poet
Afloat the whim of currents fresh
Aspin in eddies free in movement
Awash in ripples headed West,

My head upturned to the stars
My hands like fins waving free
Oh the words I would have spoken
Oh the gifts endowed in me.

But I'm a creature of the land
Wetted by the perfume rain
Who skulks about, a mist drenched man
Who cannot float free of his stain

Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Pradip Chattopadhyay 26 March 2014

alas, we can only have the longing singing in us.

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