There are fishermen in the distance. by Carissa Deweyyou are a stranger-
and we stand deep in this river
in nature’s silence, our
fly rods at work.
an old train bed- following
each curve, each long stretch of
river,
has led us and I’ve followed.
The water here is slower. Dark birds skim
the still surface and we scan - for rising fish.
Beyond these hills, these open fields-
thunder breaks.
you mention it’s still far off.
and it’s the damp air or the cool river passing
between my legs that warrants my feelings.
I want to jump to you, touch you
and let you carry me out-
but I don’t know you. you must be a stranger.
08/01/2009 Posted on 08/02/2009 Copyright © 2024 Carissa Dewey
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Jo Halliday on 08/02/09 at 07:21 AM A beautiful style, once again the lovely sad [and yet happy] lingering touch everywhere in your poems, again this time too. |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/02/09 at 04:41 PM Evocative, even haunting in its own way. I especially like the imagery of the train tracks following along the river. |
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 08/03/09 at 02:44 AM This nicely depicts without affecting within affecting without.The experiencer and the experience seems to have become one and yet, the poet sits at a distance, aloof, watching and assembling the scene. |
Posted by George Hoerner on 02/05/10 at 01:47 PM Exceptionally fine write. But are we not all strangers to each other and all too often to ourselves? |
Posted by Jim Benz on 03/19/13 at 07:02 PM Today--the last day of winter--I woke up to three degree temps and a bitter wind. Which is to say, this wonderful poem of yours gives me hope ... |
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