“But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.”
~ Vincent van Gogh

Monday, August 22, 2011

Listen to the River

Listen to the river,
it whispers loudly
this evening as dusk
comes down, black clouds
sitting low on the trees.

It gulps and laps the shore
as the wind springs into gusts
and over the opposite bank
unseen, but far from unheard
the ocean pounds and wallows.



Yet another oldie, this from 2008. I didn’t understand what some of these were when I wrote them; they seemed to be inconclusive fragments. Now I recognise them as small stones, observations made in the moment, complete in themselves.

2 comments:

  1. I have a lot of poems like this, that I never could figure out how to finish. Perhaps I should revisit those "scribblings". :)

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