Poetry list
flowing
a river runs
by my life
breathing in and
out by the channel’s
tides always there
and never the same
lit by searing sun and
limpid moon and grey
donkeyed skies it has
a beginning and an end
though never for me but
rather a constancy in its
chameleon moods colours
dour and shining torpid
and glassy white mane
breakers and pulsing billows
these waters cleanse and
refresh whilst bearing
flood’s flotsam and
litterers’ jetsam familiar
but not a friend the moods
are many but its secret
suction and dizzying
currents spell doom it
asks no questions so
why do I ask why as
it scours the earthen banks
and links and sprints
in a beguiling of nature’s
generous cruel bewitching
beauty it speaks no
whispers
don’t go with the
flow
© Neil Thompson 2023