Friday, July 30, 2010

Washout

The swollen river limped along
while I just sat there helpless
without a crutch or river song
to even out its cadence

it passed me by quite sluggishly
intent on keeping current
and stayed its course pugnaciously
despite this dumb deterrent.

4 comments:

Lisa Ursu said...

That is a marvelous poem.

Paul Andrew Russell said...

I really enjoyed reading this poem. Great writing!

rch said...

Wow thanks a lot Liza and Paul, I reallly appreciate your kind words.

Fenny said...

enjoyed reading here ... this one is great!