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Riverbank Regrets
by Kevin FehlenI do not belong here, among these
men and mutant machines of nauseating noises.
I am a child of the wilderness;
Born of riverbanks and ever-greens.
I know not the words to the songs these
city-dwellers sing, but of the songs
sung by cricket and frogs.
I am made of Earthen soil; not hardened
steel- of silence and solitude and stars-
not city lights, subways and illuminated office windows.
I do not belong here, yet I remain here.
A stranger in a strange land I long to be able
to call home but fear will never
truly settle into.
The riverbank regrets will never let go;
Until the tide consumes my soul and I
float down stream into the unknown.
Until then, I do not belong here, but
will remain here. 08/10/2013 Posted on 08/10/2013
Copyright © 2025 Kevin Fehlen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gilly Wigley on 08/10/13 at 11:01 PM Lovely! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/12/13 at 10:54 PM The first two lines say it all for me. Cities are fun to visit, period. You've presented your contrasts well. I do not have your fortitude to remain there. |
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