The Real Is Cast

by Philip F De Pinto

The real is cast
The river cannot rehearse
to live in the past
or improvise to bide
in the present
the script is writ
for it ever to be in the flow

Lest it think to spin
alchemy in reverse
as reverts gold to lead
urges prose to turn to verse
makes coarse of plush
and in your stead
another occupies her bed

What makes for the silver leaf
pounced in the cornice of affairs to be so brief
as to not allay the budding fears
of everlasting disbelief
can be found
now and then
kneeling in her tepee

with tears
meandering in the creek
as will damp the hopes of
the phoenix in its urn
to egg on the Pawnee
to return


Posted on 09/08/2017
Copyright © 2018 Philip F De Pinto

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/09/17 at 07:57 PM

I loved the use of homophones in this and especially the weaving in of the Indian aspect at the end. That first stanza is magic - I do wonder if my own script is more my own choice than a river's. Fascinating. Thanks, Philip.

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