A Week of Love Poems

A few love poems for the week of Valentines – I hope you don’t mind this little indulgence – smiles

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Metaphor

Is it too trite
to write
that the river
is a
metaphor
for our love?
And to use the old saying that
you never step into the same river twice?
Because it is
Just
Like
That.

Driving through the dark Ozarks night,
following the hollows along the river,
a young couple in our headlights-
wet, walking hand in hand-
coming up from a midnight swim.
Suddenly, I am transported-
I am that girl-
shy, bold and holding your hand,
feeling your wet skin for the first time,
the rush of the river,
the rush of the new.
Then, I laugh, seeing myself
reflected in your laughing eyes
illuminated by the dashboard lights.
We drive towards home,
splashing in the river.

of time and the idea of rivers

barely breaking the waters tension
she floats between earth and sky
reflecting on the waters meaning
and the passage of time
fossilized in stone
and etched in wings of dragonflies

where will the rivers take her
coursing at the speed of her heartbeat
its one and the same
drift and flow
years and rainfall
swelling of days
and overflowing the banks of memory

time is not linear
but river-full
rapid and slow
with enough tension
in the waters body
to make her way to the sea

on waking from a dream of rivers

lake

tangled in filament
fishing lures weighted down by memory
and forgetfulness

I ramble thru the weeds and rushes
counting damsel fly wings
and catfish whiskers

haze draws blue against the fragrant cedars
the color of frost in the heat of the morning

and my skin smells of fish scales
and my hair, the wildness of the rivers glory

the road is too dusty so
I follow maps drawn by dragonflies
cartography etched in delicate wings

the waters coursing
blood veined tributaries
ebbing and rising
ventricles and aortas
scribed deep blue across the parchment

and my skin smells of mussel shells
and my hair, the glory of the rivers wildness

*** I have been dreaming almost every night recently, of rivers and moving water. Thought this interpretation was interesting and hit pretty close to home.

‘Rivers – Rivers symbolize your journey in life whether its physical or spiritual one. If the river water is flowing fast it can mean rapid changes might occur soon. It is also possible that you feel out of control in your life and need to slow down. If the river is calm and peaceful it means being comfortable with the changes in your waking life.’ DreamDictionary.org

she is the river

she is the river
I float on infinite water
and wake with the smell
of her wildness in my hair

how many waters have I waded
rivers of my childhood
red, brazos, ouchita
their waters clear
their names liquid
sabine, elk, current
how many waters have I waded
rivers of my dreams
ganges, thames, nile
their waters dark
their names mystery
yukon, mekong, volga

drifting in the flow
she circumnavigates my forehead
and I spill my thoughts into her body
her strong sacred waters
mother of the seas
she is the river

Waters Deep

Bright surface belies
The waters green depth
Fresh spring water moving
From earth deep vessels
Spilling onto the rocky creeks
Becoming flashing streams
To fill the steep hollows
And dark places
Where once they lived.
The lake still moves
In ancient river patterns
Its flow the memory
Of past profound
And waters deep
Changeable and immortal.

*** this was written and posted last year – we are so lucky to live on a lake, close to rivers, creeks and springs – water is all around us – a different awareness of water when you are in such close proximity.

I’ve Got Peace Like a River

I’ve got peace like a river
I wake from a deep dream
Of fast flowing rivers
Water that has cradled
My sleeping body
Rivers move swiftly as my blood
Brazos, Red, Ouachita, White
Leaning against your warmth
Waking from the dream, floating

I’ve got love like an ocean
It was one of your first loves
The Atlantic and the North Carolina shore
A small boys wonder and awe
Driving all night with your buddies
To see the sun rise on the water
Before turning to drive back home
Is it true the oceans salinity
Is the same as our tears

I’ve got joy like a fountain
Rising up in the morning
A fountain of joy at your touch
Taste of salt and roar of waves
Waters rise and fall
Tidal and estuary
Oceans lakes streams creeks
Moving through our lives
Leaving peace like a river

*** this is written for DVerse Poetics tonight with the prompt ‘truce/armistice/making peace/still battling poem’. Couldn’t bring myself to write anything but a love poem. The words in italics are from an old hymn- I’ve Got Peace Like a River.