If it is just about water
I could answer the question
the floating and rapid
growth of pools after rain
or the mud that blackens the hull
as we pull to the shore
rivers, however, are usually
sandy bottomed, silt lined,
filled with random fish.
It is the stories a river tells
between the banks
river bends, sand bars
the occasional sunken log
boys jumping to swim
merchandise going to market
water crossed by a bridge, take sides
now,
the river becomes political.
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Reviews of "Rivers"
Reviewed by Rafika Anderson (Reader)
Reviewed on January 2, 2008
Yes, the river runs just like life, deep, mysterious, teeming with interesting characters and the unknown is just around the bend.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
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