Boy Dips His Foot in the River and Finds It Cold, of the one where this weeks prompt from Sadje to wrap up a trilogy of poems
These days of handless shakes, one footprint
Closer to the dark river
We all seem to be looking across
I walk among my oldest friends:
Frost’s birches, the tacky white pines, the spruce field
That might be a secret safe haven
For Santa on the stormiest of Christmas Eves
Once again, in the waning of winter
Single flakes fall fall fall
Like drift wood at sea
Headed where ever they head
When they just let go
I will collect one on my tongue
Taste it’s delicate pattern dissolve
Into me. Into me, this delicate pattern.
One foot into that river, the boy hears his name called
Come home now, breakfast is ready
We are waiting for you.
Part 3 of the trilogy of poems related to this weeks Level UP prompts. This one for Sadje’s.
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20 Responses to “Boy Dips His Foot in the River and Finds It Cold, of the one where this weeks prompt from Sadje to wrap up a trilogy of poems”
Beautiful, Stephen! I wanted to collect the prompts for Level UP, but it has been kind of crazy around here. I love the imagery of this. It is filled with peace and hope…
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Thank you…. there is an ominous side to this as well… but also that peace and hope kind of a conflict going on…
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I feel the ominous parts, but the feeling of hope is the thing that I want to catch in my reading of the piece, maybe like one of those snowflakes. I suppose that has something to do with global pandemics and toilet paper. 😂🥰
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Thank you for seeing the hope in this. Maybe we can stitch the snowflakes into TP?
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And freeze our arses off! 😂😂😂
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Good point…
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What a lovely poem. It’s like we are there with him on his walk. Thanks for participating in the challenge
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I just discovered there were comments that went to my SPAM folder… crazy Word Press!!! Thank you so much for this comment, I am glad you enjoyed this! :-)))
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You’re welcome 😉
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Excellent!
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thank you so much!
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A deeply emotional piece foe Stephen, and the conclusion touched my heart, your words are poetically moving…..
“Into me. Into me, this delicate pattern.
One foot into that river, the boy hears his name called
Come home now, breakfast is ready
We are waiting for you.”
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Thank you Ivor. I am an absolute walking poet and this one came to me after seeing a beautiful cluster of birch trees. I am glad you liked these lines
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THank you!
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Trees are the best friends one can have and one can hug them as well! Beautiful, Stephen.
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Thank you Punam!
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You are welcome.
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