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Ever Flowing River
by Amie GoldaThrough the rocks,
O'er the plains,
Glistening in the sun.
Eyes pick a spot;
It's not the same
Moment, forever gone.
See, one shape
Moves ever on:
Never the same water in one place.
Ever draped
In ever-gone
Ebbs the flow of swiftly changing pace.
Wild and free:
Music of the flow
The gently rushing voice of time.
Sing and see,
Alive with glow
Of roughly hushing voice in rhyme.
Never the same
In one place,
Always unchanged appearance.
Runs like a game,
The fast pace;
Never sojourned by hindrance.
Changing: it runs ever the same.
Undecided as the water,
The inconsistent flow of life.
05/25/2007 Author's Note: Early work, back when I was a teen and a college sophomore. Preserved in its original form. Just another fossil.
Posted on 02/04/2010
Copyright © 2025 Amie Golda
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/04/10 at 01:07 PM I would say it was a fine forethought of what was to come. Very nice write. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 02/04/10 at 03:04 PM ... excellent... I loved the word useage..... |
| Posted by Michael Defries on 02/09/10 at 07:11 AM There's a lot of stops to starts here. It's ironic for an "Ever Flowing" piece. but I really enjoyed the first stanza. I think there is some concept in the imagery here that could be exploited further. Oh, and "Moves ever on:" something strong about this line. I will ponder it. Thanks Amie for sharing it. |
| Posted by Kim Thevenot on 03/07/10 at 10:29 PM I love the way ebb and flow sounds, don't know if there is anything that better invokes the feeling it is trying to describe. |
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