My River. A poem.

My river:
your familiar effulgence,
wrapping my distress
in your gracious tributaries.
Changing my name to chance
whilst fate looks on,
somewhat perturbed
but unmoved all the same.

My river:
sweeping me through
your conquering rapids,
beating my insensitive brow,
slashing my effluent heart,
shaking my corpulent bones,
until I rest again on your
ever patient shore
and you take me again.

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Steve is a literal starving artist.
Please keep the dream of poetry alive by supporting his worthy cause.

Steve’s first book of poetry, The All or the Nothing, is available now as an e-book from most online distributors. For more information,
click here.

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