Rivers They Flow...
Im just an emotional hefer sometimes….
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Masterpieces: Literary Workshop and The Art of PainYou ask me why,
why do I cry?
I in turn ask you a question…
Where do I start,
its buried deep in my heart,
and do you have a lifetime to listen…?
Don’t you see ,
the barren me,
I ask you… does your heart feel the same?
It’s just part of me,
I’m sure you’ll see,
But I’m not sure for this there is a name.
Rivers they flow,
I’m sure you know,
eventually out into the deep blue sea…
So then my eyes,
can do naught but cry,
to drowned the longing that sits alone in me…
Gail Bridger
Beautiful words my friend but also powerful…
Hope you are doing okay!! Hugs!!!
lianne
Ahhh Loramae – it must be the time of the year that has us all so down lately (at least I know that’s so for me) but this is just so very poignant and I hate to think of you hurting at all. Yet, I know we all walk the same road often and it is a gift to me when others I admire give voice to feelings I can’t always express myself. This is such a gift. Thank you.
oscarelizondo
This has a lovely touch of loneliness in a person that just wants to be left alone to ponder the troubles of everyday life. Do I make any sense, I sure hope so? The feeling from this wonderful poem just seems to talk to us readers, its a complement to your poem because it came out so beautifully. I find myself so much in this place and time wondering of my own needs to cry and let out my emotions, that’s how good this poem you wrote comes into my mind and heart. Thank you for sharing this artistic writing, I tip my hat to you.
F. Magdalene A...
do you have a lifetime to listen…?
I like that line, a lot.