Tara at Caribou Crossings gave me these first two lines and I ran with them. Thanks Tara! 🙂
A river dried up
A long and winding trail
that I couldn’t take
I was unworthy
to walk where once
such elegance flowed
I left it alone
for the snow and
the rain to rinse
the scar and heal
the pain of the
loneliness and the
strain of being empty –
yet forced to remain
I stayed on the bank
in reverent thanks
for what once was
This is WONDERFUL!! I love where you went with it.
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Thanks 🙂
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It deserved better – I did it very quickly. I am amending it now 🙂
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Frost yearned to come back some other day to try the other way, but he knew he would never return, as “way leads on to way.” Your writing evokes a very specific image of the setting in my mind – red clay, barren sweeps, high fluted river mountains, the feeling of reverence for the water that once flowed right though here. —CC
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Thank you! The image you describe has given the words life 🙂
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