River
River
Then we went to the river
where everyone who has ever lived
sinks.
It is so silted in parts
that one might seem
to walk on water–
at least to the very young
who do not know better.
There we wept
understanding that those we had loved
were well and truly buried,
even if the sand that time had made of them
washed the flow;
even so.
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poem for Real Toads open link, hosted by Kerry O’Connor. Pic is mine; all rights reserved.
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ManicDDaily 
July 4, 2017 at 1:54 pm
I love the image of the river, such a powerful metaphor for death.. how it almost flows, a burial and Styx in one.
July 4, 2017 at 2:02 pm
There’s grace and acceptance in this place, sad as it is. It is what it is. Great to read you again.
July 4, 2017 at 2:12 pm
I was there on the river bank as I read… and remembered that soon I would join the flow. What a contemplation of life and death this is.
July 4, 2017 at 2:58 pm
This is so incredibly touching, K!
July 4, 2017 at 3:59 pm
A deep and meaningfull piece of poetry, of which I thoroughly enjoyed……..
There we wept
understanding that those we had loved
were well and truly buried,………….Oh,so true, and the understanding may take a while.
July 4, 2017 at 4:20 pm
That river. It must flow on.
July 4, 2017 at 5:06 pm
Strong images beautifully penned.
July 4, 2017 at 7:11 pm
That river of time ever ready to sweep us away into history. Beautifully written!
July 4, 2017 at 7:40 pm
I tend to approach river poetry with some trepidation, one toe in the water, as it is a well-trod archetype, but this is wonderfully built and elegantly expressed, well worth a full dive into the drink.
July 6, 2017 at 8:49 am
This rushed over me like water, and then on second read it slowed down as silt-filled water might. Yes, yes. Appreciate.