Staring into the river

The Secret Keeper’s weekly words prompt is to use these five words in a poem. Once again, finding a link between them was quite natural. Thanks for ideas, Secret 🙂



Staring into the river,

Holding onto a dream,

That wears the outdated rags

Of another time.

I dip my hand into the stream,

To touch the cold glitter,

Of what once seemed true gold,

And wonder should I let it go.

The ripples spread,

The picture breaks,

Your face a shattered web,

Like cracked ice on a puddle,

Beneath, just cold mud,

And last year’s leaves.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

13 thoughts on “Staring into the river”

  1. Another dying dream poem. 🙂 I love “the outdated rags/Of another time” and “the cold glitter,/Of what once seemed true gold.” And those last year’s leaves harking back to the rags.

    1. I’m glad the image worked 🙂 I’m getting very wary about replying to your comments, Merril. I don’t know what supernatural powers you have, but it was replying to a comment of yours last week that I lost contact with mail. Replying to another one yesterday I lost access to mail through the provider for an hour or so. I’m going to press ‘send’ now…

      Date: Mon, 8 Feb 2016 18:07:59 +0000 To:

      1. Oh my, Jane! I don’t think I have any supernatural powers regarding your email access. Perhaps I’m channeling that humming moon somehow. I can see where that might cause a disturbance. 😉

  2. We see the past in many places. A river’s moving water, cold to the touch, an image plays on your mind, and there the face familiar appears. Trying to hold on makes it harder to keep the image firm. It shatters as all things we try to hold on to. They become fleeting shadows broken into dreams shadows.

    An truly inspiring poem, as I feel often as I read through your words and follow the images and stories you create. – jk

    ps. Hope your ghosts in the works problem is or has subsided.

    1. Thank you! I liked the idea of the river as the antithesis of what is firm and tangible. Holding back time is like trying to hold back a river. Both flow past whether we like it or not. Human sentiments are as incidental and ephemeral as the debris on the river surface.
      As for the techy problems—mail still can’t connect with my internet provider so I have to use the provider’s mail service which is sketchy in its connection and horrible to use. But thankfully for a reason I don’t understand, I can now reply to messages diectly my own blog. Progress 🙂

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