Bad Rivers Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

Bad Rivers

Rating: 5.0


It is January
and the moon cracks
with frost.
I light a candle
to thaw my thoughts.
They run in bad rivers
and I am caught
in a net of sorrow.

I'll cry tomorrow
when sunrise breaks
slowly
through the dark
to ask questions.

Sally Plumb

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Agatha Eliza 18 October 2015

I adore this enchanting poem...The ravishing interplay of light and darkness gently pushes me to a dreamy mood.10 +++

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Sally P.P. 05 April 2019

Thankyou for your lovely remark, Agatha. Much appreciated. Sally

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Dave Walker 30 May 2013

A beautiful poem, really like it.

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Sally P.P. 05 April 2019

Lovely to hear from you, Dave. All my best wishes to you. Sally.

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James Timothy Jarrett 17 April 2013

I read this one again and love it even more the second time around

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Sally P. P. 06 April 2019

Thankyou. You’ve made my day. Sally.

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James Timothy Jarrett 06 January 2013

Sally, You make me laugh and cry. Screw all the crap that poetry Should be. Ha ha!

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Sally P.P. 06 April 2019

Cheers, James. Thanks for your interest. Sally.

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Vipins Puthooran 09 December 2011

[magnificient penning] Excellent imageries! ! ! !

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Sally Plumb Plumb 07 April 2019

Thanks for you appreciation. Most welcome. Sally

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Sally Plumb Plumb

Haverhill Suffolk England
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