Melanie Emikohe


River Barely Full - Poem by Melanie Emikohe

Rocks sit on a river barely full,
many sizes, many shapes,
unshaved shrubs, untamed trees
hover around the river barely full.

A hanging bridge of limp across,
mountain peaks way yonder
veiled by faint morning Cirrus,
cool breaths of the highland!

A mile to wheel of all this taste;
sleek dirt roads beside ravines,
thumping hearts as you drive,
the folks as fresh as classic.

Not very, very far from here,
where herons prefer to land;
ask me, whenever you're free,
anytime, whenever you're free.

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  • (3/6/2007 4:32:00 AM)

    wistful writing. splendid description. rock out, sjg. (Serenity now!) (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 25, 2011


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