River Poet Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Well I learned something new! I wouldn't have believed 'riverine' was a real word if I hadn't looked it up (although I did understand it's meaning. I love rivers too and once canoed over 1,000 miles starting at the headwaters of the Mississippi where it is only 10 feet wide or so. Did you know that mosquitos are the State Bird in Minnesota? I loved the line 'on her face etched the sky gaily.' You must live near the sea to observe tidal ebbs. And though it is not romantic, rivers are of course the sewers of the Nations (so much for beauteous wine) . But poetic license wins in the end (small pun) . And rivers do have many rhythms, not just tidal, but also those of rainy seasons, droughts, and winter snow and ice breakups. Earthquakes too can make rivers flow backward. All in all a wondrous creation of the Almighty for sure. Someone should just write a poem about water itself, bringer of life, sculptor of planets, miracle of physics. (Did you know that water is the only liquid that becomes less dense when it freezes? If it were not for this little known fact life would not even be possible, for rivers and lakes would freeze from the bottom up instead of from the top down, thus killing any life forms that lived there) . Thanks to Lora Colon for leading me to your poem as well. It really is a great resource being able to read comments written by poets you like on other poets. Thank you Poemhunter as well!

What an eerie whim! Being a lover of rivers, I can relate to this poem... but never long to be drowned and lie on her bed (not serious) ! Great imagination! Enjoyed! !

This truly deserves a place among your best poems. Flows so beautifully..... like a river.

A remarkable poem. A pleasure to read