river

eddies grrleddies grrl Posts: 509
edited April 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
is it cold where you are?
are the blankets i slept beneath,
lofty on your bed as snow,
warm enough to chase the chill from your bones?

do you ever think of me?
have you wondered,
gazing out the kitchen window,
coffee in hand as we did, where i am?

have you ever watched a river?
seen the water move over rock,
leaves carried to distant banks
far from the tree that bore them,
and wondered if it ever rests?

i am that river
running over stone and mud
swirling in pools, then moving on
at times yielding to the banks
then overflowing them
carrying with me twigs and leaves and earth

and you, my love, are a leaf
brilliant and gold in the sunlight
dropped from a maple far north of here
floating forever in my waters
Life is the riddle
Of which we're caught in the middle.
A couple of lucky ones
Tangled up in too much love
~cowboy junkies
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  • lose the nerves eddie's grrl! :) this is another fantastic one. i'm happy that you're starting to share these with us. i really like your style. it's without pretention and it's genuine...it really comes through.

    ...and a maple leaf, eh? hmmm...a reference to a certain canadian perhaps... :)

    just kidding...but this is truly another wonderful piece. :)
  • I agree with mookie. :) This one made me smile.
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • eddies grrleddies grrl Posts: 509
    ...and a maple leaf, eh? hmmm...a reference to a certain canadian perhaps... :)

    :eek: uh-oh, am i that transparent??

    thank you for your kind words, mookie. i'm glad you like it ( i mean, it IS about YOU, after all ;) )!
    Life is the riddle
    Of which we're caught in the middle.
    A couple of lucky ones
    Tangled up in too much love
    ~cowboy junkies
  • eddies grrleddies grrl Posts: 509
    I agree with mookie. :) This one made me smile.

    Thank you!!

    This is actually a poem that morphed out of one I wrote a long ago. I've had elements of it tumbling around in my brain for about 15 years, but it finally felt right, so I took a shot at posting it. It feels good to know it made you smile. :)
    Life is the riddle
    Of which we're caught in the middle.
    A couple of lucky ones
    Tangled up in too much love
    ~cowboy junkies
  • eddies grrleddies grrl Posts: 509
    tchaliz wrote:
    usually i am not a fan of love poems but the image of the river gives an xtra dimension, the unpermanence of the human nature, ever changing and never at rest, so are our passions,
    great
    T

    hello back... and thank you! :)
    Life is the riddle
    Of which we're caught in the middle.
    A couple of lucky ones
    Tangled up in too much love
    ~cowboy junkies
  • twin1twin1 Posts: 902
    Good read...very visual and smooth. :)
    Our love must not be just words, but True Love, which shows itself in action,
    No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
    After you die...you know how to LIVE!
  • :eek: uh-oh, am i that transparent??

    thank you for your kind words, mookie. i'm glad you like it ( i mean, it IS about YOU, after all ;) )!

    like a window, eddie's grrl ;) i am flattered that you would have the foresight to write about me 15 yrs ago :D:D
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    I've been studying Sijo, and I read this poem last night. Here, yours reminds me of it. What you've written is delightful :)

    ...from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sijo

    Sijo is, first and foremost, a song. This lyric pattern gained popularity in royal courts amongst the yangban as a vehicle for religious or philosophical expression, but a parallel tradition arose among the commoners. Sijo were sung or chanted with musical accompaniment, and this tradition survives. The word originally referred only to the music, but it has come to be identified with the lyrics.

    동지달 기나긴 밤을 한 허리를 버혀 내여
    춘풍 이불 아래 서리허리 넣었다가
    어른 님 오신 날 밤이여드란 구비구비 펴리라

    I will break the back of this long, midwinter night,
    Folding it double, cold beneath my spring quilt,
    That I may draw out the night, should my love return.

    - Hwang Jin-i (1522-1565) The revered female Korean sijo poet, she was also a gisaeng, a professional female entertainer.
  • eddies grrleddies grrl Posts: 509
    like a window, eddie's grrl ;) i am flattered that you would have the foresight to write about me 15 yrs ago :D:D

    like your kitchen window, perhaps? :D

    maybe we're old souls, and i knew you in a past life. ;)
    Life is the riddle
    Of which we're caught in the middle.
    A couple of lucky ones
    Tangled up in too much love
    ~cowboy junkies
  • eddies grrleddies grrl Posts: 509
    twin1 wrote:
    Good read...very visual and smooth. :)

    thank you, twin! i'm glad you enjoyed it.
    Life is the riddle
    Of which we're caught in the middle.
    A couple of lucky ones
    Tangled up in too much love
    ~cowboy junkies
  • eddies grrleddies grrl Posts: 509
    PastaNazi wrote:
    I've been studying Sijo, and I read this poem last night. Here, yours reminds me of it. What you've written is delightful :)

    ...from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sijo

    Sijo is, first and foremost, a song. This lyric pattern gained popularity in royal courts amongst the yangban as a vehicle for religious or philosophical expression, but a parallel tradition arose among the commoners. Sijo were sung or chanted with musical accompaniment, and this tradition survives. The word originally referred only to the music, but it has come to be identified with the lyrics.

    동지달 기나긴 밤을 한 허리를 버혀 내여
    춘풍 이불 아래 서리허리 넣었다가
    어른 님 오신 날 밤이여드란 구비구비 펴리라

    I will break the back of this long, midwinter night,
    Folding it double, cold beneath my spring quilt,
    That I may draw out the night, should my love return.

    - Hwang Jin-i (1522-1565) The revered female Korean sijo poet, she was also a gisaeng, a professional female entertainer.

    thanks so much for the info and that link, mr. nazi, sir. ;) i will have to explore Sijo a bit now. i do tend to use nature references in alot of what i write, even my prose, and i see that Sijo is known for that as well. gee, maybe i was a Japanese poet in a past life. and mookie was my muse. :D

    i appreciate your compliment as well. the positive vibes from you guys really feels good! :)
    Life is the riddle
    Of which we're caught in the middle.
    A couple of lucky ones
    Tangled up in too much love
    ~cowboy junkies
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    i am woman... hear me squeak, lol


    EEP!




    hey Mookie? Are you the same mookie who posted a lot of poetry when this board first opened up?
  • eddies grrleddies grrl Posts: 509
    PastaNazi wrote:
    i am woman... hear me squeak, lol

    oops! sorry... ms. nazi it is, then. :D
    Life is the riddle
    Of which we're caught in the middle.
    A couple of lucky ones
    Tangled up in too much love
    ~cowboy junkies
  • pinonpinon Posts: 427
    totally brilliant, this sent shivers down my spine and made me cry...
    Life is too serious to be taken seriously
  • PastaNazi wrote:
    i am woman... hear me squeak, lol


    EEP!




    hey Mookie? Are you the same mookie who posted a lot of poetry when this board first opened up?

    i don't think so...i've only posted a couple of things...
  • thanks so much for the info and that link, mr. nazi, sir. ;) i will have to explore Sijo a bit now. i do tend to use nature references in alot of what i write, even my prose, and i see that Sijo is known for that as well. gee, maybe i was a Japanese poet in a past life. and mookie was my muse. :D

    i appreciate your compliment as well. the positive vibes from you guys really feels good! :)


    muse, indeed...:D
  • eddies grrleddies grrl Posts: 509
    muse, indeed...:D

    ...or my geisha...?

    :p
    Life is the riddle
    Of which we're caught in the middle.
    A couple of lucky ones
    Tangled up in too much love
    ~cowboy junkies
  • eddies grrleddies grrl Posts: 509
    PastaNazi wrote:
    hey Mookie? Are you the same mookie who posted a lot of poetry when this board first opened up?

    >holds head<

    too many mookies! TOO MANY MOOKIES!!

    :D
    Life is the riddle
    Of which we're caught in the middle.
    A couple of lucky ones
    Tangled up in too much love
    ~cowboy junkies
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