Poetry Thursday - "River"
DriftwoodBroken by a storm, freed from my roots
I flow toward destiny where
new adventures await,
anxiously.
No longer a bystander of a rivers journey
but baptized by nature’s resilience
as I float, glide and fly,
joyfully.
My journey has shaped me uniquely
chiseled by jagged rock to beauty
whitened by the sun,
brilliantly.
Life no longer passes me by as I travel
napping in shadowed pools
dancing with the spray,
gratefully.
Where will my adventure’s end?
Does it really matter as
long as I’m still here,
naturally.
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23 comments:
The first stanza grabbed me and didn't let go. I love how you keep going back to Nature. This is such a true adventure of how every day of someone's life changes them and makes them into a new person. Experience truly is the person. Wonderful poem. Glad to be the first to comment. :)
This is a beautiful comparison. I'm sure there are many more adventures ahead. :D
Oh Tammy, this is a BEAUTIFUL poem. You are such a good poet; I'd submit this for publication someplace if I were you.
Judi
You write so beautifully about nature. I drifted along with this poem in a nice way!
You answered it yourself it in the last stanza.
Thanks!
What a poet you are, my friend. The last stanza speaks for us all.
Aw, Tammy. You`re writing beautifully!
Love,
V
(((Tammy)))
Beautiful expression of a life's journey.
Rose
xo
I am taken aback at the power in your driftwood.
I knew I could count on you for another wonderful post! Great work!
I love this poem, driftwood is beautiful to me. It's one of my favorite things about going to the beach or other waterway.
Nikki looks so cute in the pictures on your sidebar. Such a pretty doggy.
Hugs,
Jolene
I love driftwood - how its shaped and smoothed by its journey through the water - you captured that essence so naturally here, Tammy - Beautiful! XOXO
Good to see you Tammy..
oh tammy ~ this is so beautiful and reminds me of my own days drifting down the river in a canoe, an inner tube, on my back smiling up at the sky, collecting pieces of driftwood in my mind ...
lovely, xox
tammy, this poem is absolutely beautiful, including:
"Life no longer passes me by as I travel"
how wonderful to actively live!!!
how are you and pam doing? any plans to see eachother? :)
Tammy
an autobiography in poetic form?
A piece of what udsed to be, weathered and shaped by nature's elements and becoming more beautiful in that! A more attravctive piece for all the struggles.
rel
This is a beautiful rendition of a life's journey. Fantastic job, Tammy! xo
I see you everywhere in this poem - the courage, the adventuresome spirit, the hopefulnesss... very inspiring!
I like the form you've taken too, and the way it looks as well as reads, ending always with the one word.
You rock (as usual!!)
Tammy:
There are those of us who would complain about the sun dessicating our bones, burning blanch our skin, and being cast about so purposelessly (it seems) in this cold, cold river. I so admire your strength, resilience, and genuine hope.
Hi Tammy! I really like your driftwood imagery and how you flow and float, glide and fly. So beautiful!
You know....this is exactly how I feel about my life right now. How wonderfully to described not only the journey of driftwood, but the life of someone freed and finally learning to love and enjoy life.
Lovely comparison you've made here!
Oh, Tammy- you have outdone yourself! This is wonderful! It's so positive and so affirming- I love it!
I totally agree with Jim, not to mention the algae;)
Chris
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