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River Poets Journal
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This page was last updated: January 7, 2019
Winter is arriving
as an afterthought.
Gulls nibble at the nape
of a beach. Scrub pines
stand lonely sentry duty
to sea grass and windbreak dunes.
The far-off water
is like a poem
that no one can
A pale moon
imbibed with stars:
on the margins of their lives.
It is cold now and growing
colder. Each inbreath
catches in your throat,
the sound of each heartbeat,
inevitable as snow.
Snowing in Spring
In the wild open west, flakes keep falling
Like myriad baby angels knocked down from Paradise
Blurring the landscape behind the vision
Hunting each consonant trying to rise above
The ground. The day is brighter, lighter &
Softer than the feel. Soon there will be
Dirty prints leading to everywhere (or nowhere)
& no one will care how the whole world will collapse
In blasphemy. The missing cat won’t come to
Trespass the lawn, nor will the daffodil bloom
To catch a flake drifting astray. Nobody bothers even to think
About where the season is held up on its way back, how
The fishes are agitating under the pressure of wintry
Water, why people wish to see more and more snow
Visit the Reading Room for a new Flash Fiction story
"The Widow Vance," by Henry Simpson
This is what it feels like
standing here and looking there:
A rough sketch of land
looking out across the water;
The emptiness of water
dissolving into shapeless gray;
Gray, the unmarked paper
taking up almost the entire sky.
We try to explain what this is
to people who cannot understand it,
people unable to find out for themselves
what was written on it.
Words, I have asked for many –
What can you say of stars,
the vast collection of them?
What can you say of eye and heart?
How to explain the wide expanse of
darkness you go into
before you start to notice?
First, there is nothing;
and then, there is everything.
The Day After
The day after,
I stood on a beach three thousand miles away.
While your body cooled on a cold steel slab,
rays of the drunken sun washed over me.
Children ran screaming along the sandy shore,
their laughter soaked innocence not yet betrayed
by the knowledge of death.
Desperate to escape the clear blue heat,
I buried my toes deep into the damp sand
and let the waves roll gentle over my feet.
As I felt the water's cool release,
someone there pressed a button,
that ignited the spark,
that lit the flame.
Quickly you were gone from this place
(Your big toes and oddly shaped head),
reduced to something less than a memory.
All that remains now are unwritten stories
and the tears of your daughter.
She cried beside your hospital bed.
She hasn’t stopped.
The Distant Hours
In the distant hours jasmine
sugared the air under a pale
rose sky and I heard a grove
of trees calling to me. I wove
my way towards it, through
the meadow dusted with
buttercups, self-sown amid
the tall grass, and somewhere
nearby a shallow brook
chattered over stones and
butterflies sailed the breeze.
I carried a blanket under
my arm and it smelled so
reassuringly of laundry flakes
and potpourri; and when I
sat down enclosed in the tall
grasses I felt so deliciously
alone; a tremulous joy inside
my heart, the chiffon of my
dress that billowed about me,
and a daydream of cotton
scattered from heaven on
this day in spring.
Road to Versailles at Louveciennes by Camille Pissarro
Montmartre Night by Camille Pissarro
A Peasant in the Lane at Hermitage Pontoise
by Camille Pissarro
A part of Groettes Pontoise - Gray Weather
by Camille Pissarro
Peasant Girl With Stick
by Camille Pissarro