Water flows with the excess of souls to the sea
The river rolls through the mountains the fields and the trees
Society bleeds into the fast-flowing tributary
With the colour and music and picture of you and me
Rivers of clothes Rivers of babies
Rivers of photos Rivers of women
Rivers of speeches Rivers of men
Flow into the sea we call history
Filtered flowing humanity flowing to the sea
The sea crumbling into the ocean
How many souls live lifeless in the sea forgotten?
How many sins that are ending and beginning
And drifting
Intermingling
Separating
And life becomes a fishing fleet fighting the tempest
And death becomes the jaws of Leviathan opening
Into His halo in the cosmos
The postman delivers a letter
The letter finishes with a full stop
The full stop is the size of the earth
What a powerful poem! I love your imaginative style and unusual format, along with the mythological allusions, the flowing ”River” refrains and omnipresent musicality.
”And life becomes a fishing fleet fighting the tempest
And death becomes the jaws of Leviathan opening…”
Ominously evocative and resonant today! 👏
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Thank you, Veronica
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