The river writes her name in the land
Claiming her course across the plains;
Uncooperative and temperamental
Opposing all efforts to conform.
“We tried shoring up the banks with
some old cars a few
years ago — didn’t work too well,
We’ve had two 50-year floods this
year alone, you know … “
The river tears the rotting metal from her banks
Resisting constraint and throwing jagged
waste to sandy shore where feet bleed out;
She spills where she meets resistance
Recreating her name from mountain to sea.
© 2009, David Earle.
May 25, 2009 at 12:02 pm
I’d love to be like a river…
Found you on the poetry train…
May 25, 2009 at 3:32 pm
Nice work David. I like the inclusion of quotes. My brother lives on the Red River, right on the river, and had a hell of a time this year.
May 25, 2009 at 3:53 pm
Welcome to Poetry train!
Loved the middle stanza.
Now we human beings are trying to run the rivers..
two sides of the same coin
May 25, 2009 at 6:51 pm
She spills where she meets resistance
Recreating her name from mountain to sea.
Very well said…loved these lines..
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May 25, 2009 at 6:53 pm
Very well written…
She spills where she meets resistance
Recreating her name from mountain to sea.
Loved these lines…