(I’m afraid this is what happens when you allow the muse to spin into a blur.)
.
Rivers run
they do not walk
they crest a dam
and do not talk
just smoothing rocks
and rocking banks
in curving stones
and filling lakes
with bubbled lights
and gillied fishes
feeding wells
and granting wishes
silver curved
pastoral scenes
in flows of bold
through forest greens
and wearing blue
borrowed from the sky
where falling water
dragons fly
in grassy hair
and clover pops
through sunny glare
and mossy tops
the river
knows
its way.
.
© 2012 Betty Hayes Albright
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Hey I like it – I like it a lot, good ole muse. 🙂
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Thanks, Dennis – it’s hot off the press and I wasn’t really going to post it. If nothing else, it sorta rhymes. 🙂
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I love it, Betty, and it has a magical rhythm and flow~ Congratulations to your muse! Hugs!
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Thanks, Lauren – not sure my muse deserves congratulations or a stern lecture about posting before the ink is even dry. 🙂
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The river moves yet it goes nowhere. The river meanders taking the path of least resistance to find its way. What a wonderful subject for poetry, Betty!
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Glad you liked it, Peter!
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superb – love the rhythm and fast river flow of this poem….
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Thank you, Henry Brothers. 🙂
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I felt a tad bit of Seuss in the opening lines and it made me smile. Your work is far more brilliant though, so I shall not compare. What can I say? You’re a master!
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VW, thank you – (the Dr. Seuss comparison would be flattering – as he IS much better at telling a story than I am. 🙂 )
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BEAUTIFUL xxxxxxxxx
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Thanks, Willow!
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I had to read it again out loud, I love the rolling rhythm of the bubble and flow – great title, too! Excellent work, as usual. 🙂
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Thank you, Planaquarium, for your comment! (It’s always a great compliment when someone reads a poem out loud. 🙂 )
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Nice flow there Betty……
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Thanks, Neel. 🙂
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Betty, this flows just like a river!!
And I just adore the lines,
“and wearing blue
borrowed from the sky”…
Just magic as always!
Love
Christine xx
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Thank you, Christine! Glad you thought it was magic – (I think it actually came from just being sleepy. 🙂 )
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How else can a river be described, but by your words, Betty.
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That’s so nice of you to say, Martin!
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Betty this poem is masterful. Your words sparkle and roll, and the short lines are perfect to lead us on our journey down the river.
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Thanks, C.L. – glad you enjoyed the “journey” – (not sure where the river was going, but hopefully to the sea. 🙂 )
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Gorgeous! Flows just like a river…!
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Thank you, David!!
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We should all model our writing after this river–running free, knowing the way instinctively, light-reflecting, dancing, hosting the critters, celebrating life itself. I LOVE this poem, Betty! Grab that Muse’s hand and run away from home more often, girl!
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Thanks so much, Granbee… I really wasn’t going to even post this- wasn’t sure if it was coherent enough. It was okay to the right side of my brain, but my left brain kept saying “stop”! Sometimes we just have to go with the flow – as you are so good at, with your series of creature/critter journey descriptions. 🙂
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I love “clover pops”–and that the river knows its way!
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Thanks, Sister of the Sea Caddo! 🙂
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Your river runs with resounding rhythm and well-placed rhyme…
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Thank you for stopping by, Lindy Lee 🙂
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The miracle is, Betty, that I cannot tell, for the life of me, what poem you wrote back in the 1960s from one that tumbled off the press into a river flowing over boulders and through shallows to the sea. This is a dancing poem that reaches for cleverness and keeps achieving it over and over again line by line. Of course,
the river
knows
its way.
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Thomas, thank you again for such another nice comment! (Of course you haven’t seen the really BAD stuff I wrote in the ’60’s which remains hidden in the file cabinet. Ninety percent was teenage boy-crazy angsty stuff. 🙂 )
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Simply lovely!
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Thank you, Aurora!!
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Another gem, Betty! I love that your poetry is flowing again – and what a wonderful metaphor, the river, for your soul to suggest to you that the dams have burst and you are again in full, rapturous, poetic flow. I, for one, and grateful! 🙂
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Thank you, Angela, for the nice comment! Yes, it does feel good to have the writer’s block dam bursting at last (or at least it has sprung a few leaks. 🙂 )
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Truly successful.
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Thanks, Ben – glad you think so! (Maybe I should’ve titled it “Stream” – for stream of consciousness though… 🙂 )
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😀
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This flows like a meandering magnificent river, Betty…and I’m so glad you posted!
You really showed how ‘the river knows its way.’
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Thank you again Bardess – for all the wonderful comments today. 🙂
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