This was inspired by Jilly’s Jim Harrison quote:
“The river can’t heal everything” ~ Jim Harrison
The painting, by August Macke is of the Rhine at Hersel.
Into the water it goes,
the weight of the past a round stone,
and the ripples it shivers so bright,
silver flickers, still I stand alone.
Into the river, brown trout
swish shadows where currents run deep,
tressed water of anger and love,
drawn down to the ocean to sleep.
If you’d once whispered soft words at dawn
when the harsh morning dragged me awake,
but the rose petals left me the thorn,
and the shame of the day was to break.
Into the water I send
the petals and thorns and the dreams,
to sail in a barque with white sails,
where silver and golden light streams.
Into the river we go,
swept in dark arms of the flow,
perhaps at the end will come peace,
when your face fades to moonlight—release.
27 thoughts on “Letting go”
This reminds me a little of that Bruce Springsteen song…
That’s it! The River. When I wrote the line ‘Into the river we go’, I thought it reminded me of something but couldn’t think what. Now I know 🙂
beautiful poem Jane! fabulous painting!
Thank you 🙂 I like the unreal feeling of this river.
That is lovely … haunting in fact.
The words haunted me too. Just a string of borrowings, but that’s how it came out.
Maybe a string of borrowings but it’s how they have been strung 🙂
I love this poem. It has become one of my favourites.
I’m pleased 🙂 You seem to like the poems that are most like songs. That figures 🙂
Do I? 😁
I like all of your writings. This one stands out for some reason
Can you think of a tune to go with it?
How about ‘eye of the tiger’? 🤣
I’m glad. Eye of the tiger is one of my all time hates. Not sure why.
Maybe because it is a really bad 80’s kamp song riddled with stereotyped masculinity? 😘
Could be. It also has an awful base line 🙂
So puuuunchy though
Like something from a Ford production line…
If only we could toss the weight of the past we carry with us like stones into the river…(K)
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The symbolism of the colors works so well – white-death & silver-calm. I returned several times to the question of why the weight of the past would be a round stone, not just a stone and it occurs to me that roundness comes with time and shaping by constant use. We jangle the weight of the past in our pockets, roll it in our hands, until it is round. This is beautiful, Jane!
Thank you! That’s exactly right. Roundness comes with age, attrition, and we value smooth round stones more than the jagged dull ones. I’m pleased you liked this 🙂
Your poet’s voice in this worked so well with the prompting quote. “I know the river can’t… nevertheless….” OMG, it’s the stuff of the analyst’s couch in the dark office! It’s the poetic laments, volumes 1 through infinity. Quite good!
Funny, I had the same thought, that the quote sounds like someone with issues looking for a prop, something to lean on. Poetic laments is better 🙂
Not immediately sympathetic.