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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Reblogged this on Beckie's Mental Mess and commented:
Original Post by “Steve Still Standing” Beautiful.
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Totally get this Steve. Thanks
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Thanks, Mairi! Glad you connected with it 🙂
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You’re poems are great
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Thanks, Courtney! 🙂
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You’re welcome,Keep up on the great poems i like reading them
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I’ll keep writing them if you keep reading them. Hopefully, I’ll be writing for a looooooong time to come 🙂
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That’s good,Me too
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👍😊
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🙂 (Thumbs up)
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May i ask if you have a discord? or did i already asked you?
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Hi Courtney, not sure what you mean by a discord?
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