I turned into a restless river
looking to leap, looking for a cliff
aching for an unseen sea
changing course
changing again
anything but this songless passage
through featureless flats
flowers with their frozen smiles
the humdrum green
the sky motionless in my eyes.
Anything but this.
Anything but soft blue love.
I wanted to argue with the clouds
drink with a cantankerous moon
let the storms cover my naked form
with their alien angst
rise to meet the shaft of lightning
breaking through the glass of night
flow back
flow back to the mouth of the mountain
back to the beginning
and take my chances on the other side.
What should a river desire?
Between birth and certain sea
where should it find its lovers?
What happens to the light
that falls into its arms?
What happens to the dark
that slips into its depths?
What secrets can never
leave its wetness?
From a sandy bank
up in the Garhwal mountains
I watched the Ganga ride a gradient —
whitewater in a feverish race to the plains.
Above the hills, an eagle circled slowly.
How lonely is a river running
through all this thriving abundance?
Mother of the earth.
Daughter of the sky.
Praise. Question. Providence.
Your being, your leaving —
between being and leaving
between us
between skin
between time —
I translate silence into
verbs the river understands.
Fish move in deliberate formation
soundless, efficient
splitting the water
not caring about the million thoughts
drowning around them.
Wow!! Mind blowing descriptions. 🙂
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Thanks so much! Glad you liked it 🙂
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Lovely piece – full of restless imagery – the hills, the flats, day, night. Particularly liked the eagle above the hills, the tensions between loneliness and abundance. A pleasure to read.
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Thanks so much, Peter. Some places leave such lasting impressions… in so much detail!! 🙂
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This might be my favourite piece so far. Such wonderful language!
Also, I dearly love rivers, having grown up alongside one. (I have immersed myself in Mother Ganga too, but have not seen her from high up in the mountains.)
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Thanks so much!! I hope you write about that trip sometime or if you have already, do share the link!!!
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It was part of a world trip in 1998. Andrew and I wrote a joint travel journal and shared it with our friends, but didn’t put it online or do anything else with it. If I were to look at it now, I’d probably think it needed rewriting.
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Oh a stunning poem So vivid and beautiful. So many great lines Some of my favourites; “flowers with their frozen smiles” and “I translate silence into verbs the river understands. Your poem was such a joy to read
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Thanks so much, Marja. Glad you enjoyed it!
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The emotions that hover over the imagery are deep. And how nimbly you tied the river to the jungle of human thought.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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Monotony brings wild thoughts, borders on delusion.
BTW, when we were in Acapulco, Mexico, we watched some famous (google this) cliff divers. Their jump was about 100 feet from a secluded spot where they could charge admission for people to view.
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Does too… though there was nothing monotonous about watching this ever-changing mighty river!
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This was wildly sensual in the best way. I like the unapologetic tone here too.
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Thank you, Rommy. Watching nature allows us to watch ourselves, in a way!
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Your poem is a perfect dance between word and mind and nature. I love the vivid descriptions, the lively personifications. I can feel that river breathing…
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Thanks so much, Magaly… 🙂
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Beautiful photos. I love “Mother of the earth, daughter of the sky” so much. How wonderful to have seen the Ganga. Wow. A beautiful poem.
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Thanks so much, Sherry.
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Superb imagery and weighty restive edgy sentences. “I translate silence into verbs the river understands”…ah!!!
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Thank you 🙂 Am so happy you are following this series!
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It feels like a walk on different paths. Wonderful, Rajani!
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Thank you Sara.
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