I wandered down to the river
where the rolling rock
segues into a row of willows
settled inside the shadows
and wished my blues away
dark clouds gathered ‘round
blanketing the sunshine
casting sheets of rain upon the river
yet without any reason
eyes surrendering to gravity
I spread my body across the ground
like an angel with torn wings
dreaming within the willows
in every single color except blue
april two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
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Nice. About the last lines… why dream in every color except for blue? Just curious…
because he went to the river to wash away his blues – as far as I can tell, anyway.
Cool! Great poem.
Gorgeous, John – loved the angel with torn wings – really that whole last stanza – just beautiful K
Thanks so much, Kathleen.
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This is utterly fabulous!
Thank you, Melanie – means so much to me, truly.
OK, have reread and have to say your closing stanza is wonderful!
Absolutely Love this one!!! It’s a keeper!
Thanks again, Lola 😀
This one really grabbed me; I love it!
Thanks so much, Beverley. Hope all is well.