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riverbed
by Jared Fladelandi kneel in the grass
of the icy river's shore
dropping a breath or two
into the water, before i
stain my hands with clumps of grass.
they used to say
that the dead were carried away
by boat to a far away land.
I know now, however,
that this river
may only take me one day
to the gulf of mexico
and eventually out to sea.
but if i take that chance
i might just wash up on the banks
of a missouri farm
and i'm just not feeling up
to dying without knowing
where i'll be ending up. 11/30/2008 Posted on 11/30/2008
Copyright © 2024 Jared Fladeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 11/30/08 at 08:28 PM Good write Jared. Not something that I normally think about, where I'll die. I should as it rapidly approaches as it does to us all. Hopefully you will have a much longer time to think about that. But in Nebraska with out road signs how do you know where you are? |
| Posted by Olivia Martin on 12/01/08 at 01:02 AM Amazing write, Jared. The mystery of death and its connections to the sea are often cliched topics beaten to the ground; however, your take on the situation was fresh and enjoyable. Great job! |
| Posted by Allison Smith on 08/26/09 at 10:10 PM Nice write. |
| Posted by Paganini Jones on 08/04/10 at 07:01 PM Congratulations on POTD. This poem grows on me each time I reads it. I like the juxtaposition of myth wiith reality, and the unexpected finish :) |
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