Thursday, July 12, 2012

Riverspeak

River reflecton day(^ワ^)

 Riverspeak



In the arms of the river
crooning rocking
all things come to rest,
or get caught in the net.
Bodies and cowpies
moribund butterflies
mattresses endwise,
cast offs and discards
the rafting mind blind
throws tail over ear
to disappear;
yet the river's no acid-spate, 
no dimensional warpgate.

All of it
bloats
and eventually
floats.

July 2012


DANGER





Posted for   FormForAll   at dVerse Poets Pub
where if I'm reading the clues on WaystationOne correctly, Gay asks us to write about writing about it all (ars poetica)
and also, for

the triumphant return of the




Header image: River relection day, by tanakawho, on flick'r
Footer image: Danger, by Leo Reynolds, on flick'r

56 comments:

  1. Triumphant return of the 55's indeed! ... and you are certainly celebrating in style. The image captured my attention instantly (did you take this?) and the words, simultaneously comforting and warning, I enjoyed immensely!

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    1. The photo credit is at the bottom, Margaret, and a link to the photographer's photostream (tanakawho on flick'r) I could never take a shot like this! Thanks so much for reading.

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  2. Agree with Margaret on all points. Wonderful twirls of sound here that go very well with the image and the bloating floating eddying netted river. And quite amazingly 55. k.

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  3. I. LOVE. This: Writing poetry as "riverspeak"!
    Capturing all that enters it:
    "All of it
    bloats
    and eventually
    floats."
    And as your photo shows, the capture is also in the reflections, all rocked "In the arms of the river." You contain multitudes.

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    1. Thanks Susan--if I'd had more than 55 words I would have tried to work the reflections part in also--good eye for seeing it implied.

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  4. It may be "just for fun" but I really like it. I guess those aren't mutually exclusive, are they? :-)

    I'm reminded of another poem of yours along these lines, not in form, but topically, about burying pollution, but it eventually surfaces. Sorry I don't remember the title.

    There is something disconcerting, in a good way, when uglies find their way into lyrical verse, no?

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    1. Certainly not--fun and liking are like chocolate and ice cream. I remember that other poem, but it was a bit more depressing than this. (I think it was called, appropriately enough,Toxic Waste.)Always good to see you stop by Ruth. Thanks, and keep having fun.

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  5. nice..i much like the river as an image to come to rest, collect whatever falls into it and then bring it to life with the waves..

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  6. eventually it all bloats and floats to the top...even the bodies....sometimes you have to read between the lines in a poem to find them but...haha....i have written a few cowpies in my day...smiles.

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  7. yep, like the ending much. bloated and floating for all to see.

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  8. All of it
    bloats
    and eventually
    floats.

    Just great, lady.

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  9. I love the rhythm and rhyme of this and I laughed at the last six lines!

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  10. Boy does this sum up what comes out when one tries to write:

    "Bodies and cowpies
    moribund butterflies
    mattresses endwise"

    Anything is possible. :)

    And the way I look at my own writing, everything eventually turns into a mass of disgusting and stinky death:

    "All of it
    bloats
    and eventually
    floats."

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  11. This brought to mind Jane Austen's 'little bit of ivory'. I frequently am surprised at my personal flotsam and jetsam. However, I deeply admire your Riverspeak and think you have a braver pen than I, for it trawls for bodies, bringing readers a veracity that is so fulfilling.

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  12. This is brilliant. At my age, netting a thought is akin to bobbing for apples. But it is true, everything eventually does float!

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  13. Great 55! I have to say I love the end~"all of it bloats and eventually floats."

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  14. You guys that fit so much into 55 words. I don't even try :) This has the great sound of short poems that bring you back for more to hear them flutter off the tongue. The image of the river, catching so much that is dross and wrack comes acroos in the homely utterance one might hear a farmer voice, true, hard, to the point.

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  15. "It was the 3rd of June another sleepy dusty Delta day".....
    Joy, oh Dutchess of the Dictionary, I feel so fortunate to have your quirky Gothic brilliance linked to the Friday Funfest.
    Very complex and thoughtful 55.
    I hope you are feeling better
    Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  16. Nice. Like everyone else, I love the ending, but it's all good.

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  17. the river both holds and reveals secrets.

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  18. Great metaphor. I love the last stanza. Bloat-and-float is often the way it happens for me. :-)

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  19. "Bodies and cowpies
    moribund butterflies
    mattresses endwise,"

    Oh, stoppit! Show off. I love this.

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  20. This is great..I so enjoyed it and the humor at the end..fantastic!

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    1. My new iPad's playing tricks on me. Anyway the river metaphor is perfect here.

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  22. So much here for a rancher's daughter, bit distracting as my mind goes to the hills.

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  23. I love this as your take (for lack of a better word) on poetry. It is all flotsam and jetsam. And whatever floats that captures our eye, our interest, our fancy end up in the poems. Yours are always full of the newly found and unexpected, and every word flows like a river into and around the next. Brilliant!

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  24. Oooooh.
    Bodies and cowpies,
    moribund butterflies,
    mattresses endwise.

    I really like that.

    Thanks for doing Friday 55!
    Mine's here. :)

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  25. I like the idea of nothing ever sinking.

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  26. Riverspeak--image perfect--sound incredible--no babbling brook here--inventive, interesting eddies

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  27. Abstract and sinuous as thoughts themselves

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  28. Great partnership of words and picture, thanks. :)

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  29. wonderful wordplay, mind-blowing metaphor!

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  30. I really enjoyed the language here: assonance as well as rhythm and rhyme. And what of the image? Is that yours also? Brilliant combination.

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    1. Thanks Dave, The image is by tanakawho, on flick'r, There's a link embedded in the shot itself, and also manually available in the credits at the bottom of my post.

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  31. There is a marvellous musicality to this poem - lovely rhymes and multisyllable words to wrap the tongue around, and behind it all, a very strong message to bring awareness to the sorry state of many of the world's rivers.

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  32. It is sad how so much comes to rest in a river. Quite a lovely musical rush of words here, like a river. Enjoyed your 55!

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  33. tail over ear- so true! but so are the first 2- thanks!

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  34. Ah, yes! Caught together in the drift, washed over, and resurfaced - poetry!

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  35. Thanks all--much appreciate the kind comments. I am working my way through 55-land but may have to go back to laying flat in a bit. I will try to get by eventually, though. I'm so glad to have my 55 Fridays back!

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  36. We've been using rivers as dumping grounds for waaaaay too long. You'd think we'd learn.

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  37. Much too often the river seemed to have been bullied but not this one. Yes it's fighting back to 'float' and move! Nice take Joy!

    Hank

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  38. Neatly fluid words, Joy Ann... soothing but not sleepy. ☺

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  39. I've now been introduced to 55. Thank you. This is an exquisite piece that catches in my throat and thoughts. ~jane

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  40. I like all the images in the 55-riverspeak post~

    Happy day Hedge ~

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  41. First of all- the first photo is exquisite and poetry on its own...
    And what comes into the net...
    Beautiful imagery...
    Deep... Not shallow :))

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  42. that last stanza really nailed it for me (like so many of the others commenting, for good reason!)

    "All of it
    bloats
    and eventually
    floats."

    and nice image w/the poem ;-) reminded me of the beauty of colors even in an oil slick back in galveston, which goes well also with your poem ;-)

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  43. I love that the river holds us here, a sour attempt or a notable triumph. Gorgeous image-I see a distorted form of a woman here, with long stringy hair.

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  44. So playful - I really enjoyed this

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  45. Interesting form and content. I really like the picture you have with it too.

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg