Treasure Island

Tyler Howat


The River


Leading to the lasting sea
Is the river of life,
Eternal, never ending.

The river runs from the
Snow-capped peaks; where God Himself
Pours continuously, ceaseless.

Life winds, weaves its way around obstacles
Jutting out, breaking the tranquil yet
Ever-flowing surface of the river.

Midmorning arrives, rays of dazzling
Sunshine accent each wave, each ripple.
A thin, transparent haze lightly
Blankets the river.

Submitted: Friday, July 21, 2006
Edited: Wednesday, August 18, 2010

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  • Joseph Daly (7/24/2006 11:05:00 AM)

    This moves well, my friend. I think it is difficult to convey a belief system in verse without sounding corny. You manage to doit well and the River metaphor is a great one. (Report) Reply

  • john tiong chunghoo (7/24/2006 1:06:00 AM)

    dear tyler,
    the first line i think is weak especially the part about ' lasting sea'. it is reather vague. some parts tend to become cliche. perhaps more concreteness of thought and spare some IQ for lines that shine like diamonds, crystal clear in the dark. this poem can still be improved. the concept is very good. (Report) Reply

  • Herbert Nehrlich1 (7/23/2006 9:58:00 PM)

    Agreed.Descriptions like this one remind me of the struggle we foreigners have with the language even after decades.
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  • Raynette Eitel (7/23/2006 9:18:00 PM)

    This is just beautiful. You are really good at endings, Tyler and this picture you present of life shows your beautiful soul.

    Raynette (Report) Reply

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