William Richards

The River

I am haunted by the river.
It courses through my veins,
washing all my thoughts and hopes away,
like yesterday's leaves and mud,
until only the memory of you remains.

Dazzling lights dance and spin,
watched over by every silent star.
You are my prize, of all the prizes there,
no hoops to throw, no cold fish catches,
you, and close encounters in my car.

And still they spin, and the chill
November rains cause a shiver,
and frozen gasps and limbs disturb the white
mists and grey stones, and frozen bones.
I am haunted by the river.

Topic(s) of this poem: tragedy

Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 4, 2016
Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Form: Free Verse

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Memory of the last night with a lover, concluding in a car crash

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Comments about The River by William Richards

  • Kim BarneyKim Barney (12/4/2016 4:24:00 PM)

    Nice touch, to end the poem with same line as you started. Intriguing poem. This appears to be the first one that you have posted on this site, so welcome to Poem Hunter!

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    Will Richards(12/4/2016 11:04:00 PM)

    Thanks, it is my first on here. perhaps you might prefer intrigue, in which case, read no further! This memory was about a car crash into a river, with the poet being the sole survivor

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