The River

by christopher   Feb 10, 2012


Swan's preening,
Plafully turning and cleaning.
Jackdaw's cawing, leaves falling.
She; a solitary figure, strolling on a
meandering path of black tar, through a green oasis.

The old man sits on the bench, reading his newspaper.
The smell of cut grass wafts through the air, the last cut before nature sleeps.

Two magpies chatting on a willow tree. Two swans glide against the current; shimmering the dark mirrored surface.

Nature yawning.
Leaves are falling, creating Autumn's golden gown.

The old man in marriage with his fate.
Natures confetti blessing his soul, with green, brown and rusty green leaves.
The grace of nature, his silent partner.

River music playing softly and gentlly, the smell of river reeds, crinkle and crunch of fallen leaves.

Across the" Liffey" a cornfield, spikes are all that remain.
Sunshine reflects from the dark mirror, suddenly shrouded by cloud cover.

A fork comes into the meandering path. A distant sound; for whom the bell tolls.
Drops of holy water fall from heaven, as his spirit subsides.
The old man's memories gently flowing on happy reflections.

"Quietness" Sh, sh, shshshhshhsh

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  • 12 years ago

    by Hellon

    This is a beautiful poem...there is no doubt in my mind. There are two parts to your imagery...nature itself and the old man...enjoying his last days. You need to go back and edit this one because...it's front page material (IMO) but....you have a few typos which..at the moment is spoiling it slightly.

  • 12 years ago

    by Lonely Rider

    The imagery is absolutely beautiful ... i loved the jackdaws, the magpies ... the way you have described them, and specially the ending.

    //"Quietness" Sh, sh, shshshhshhsh
    // it's like everything went silent around me.

    Beautiful write.
    My only suggestion would be to allign your lines ... break them into stanzas.

  • 12 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    Nature poems are the ultimate and this is filled with beauty of nature.
    Your wording is full of images that impress, relax and fill the eyes with wonder.
    I can't say enough about this so I'll shut up and just say, BRILLIANT

  • 12 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Swan's preening,
    Plafully turning and cleaning.
    Jackdaw's cawing, leaves falling.

    ^I like this opening stanza and I could also visualize the birds playing and enjoying nature's beauty.

    She; a solitary figure, strolling on a
    meandering path of black tar, through a green oasis.

    ^This part is like a scene from a movie..a solitary figure strolling in a green oasis..how beautiful that looks! Loved it.

    The smell of cut grass wafts through the air, the last cut before nature sleeps.

    ^Ohhh..I like the smell of cut grass :)

    Two magpies chatting on a willow tree. Two swans glide against the current; shimmering the dark mirrored surface.

    ^Nature's beauty with all her children is portrayed here simply...imagery is vivid here.

    Nature yawning.
    Leaves are falling, creating Autumn's golden gown.

    ^Another lovely stanza!! Nature yawning and the way you associate it with autumn as the leaves fall..clever!

    River music playing softly and gentlly, the smell of river reeds, crinkle and crunch of fallen leaves.

    ^This reminds me of the walks I used to take in the park back home where I can hear the river flowing and the way leaves crunch at the touch of the feet..this is a memorable stanza for me :)

    I really enjoyed this nature write..well written!

  • 12 years ago

    by White Orchid

    I loved this poem! I loved the part about the fresh cut grass, it brought back memories for me,I have always loved that smell. This poem I could picture in my mind and that is because it was very well written. Nice job.