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watershed



having you
beside
me
carves a river through
my catastrophe 

Rene-2015

Image: Old Bank Street, Manchester, UK by R.A.D. Stainforth ( via Magpie Tales )

Comments

  1. The briefness of the poem actually add more content.. the last line is perfect here.

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  2. i agree, the last line is perfect :)

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  3. Alot of depth and impact in your poem! Inspired... !!

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  4. This is an effective poem that really makes me think.... We all should have a river to transport us to the other side of a catastrophe, I think.

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  5. I admire that carving of the river ~

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  6. Oh how I love this. Every perfect word.

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  7. Beautiful economy of words to convey so much!

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  8. Perfection and I agree the end is wonderful!

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  9. ...and life is so worth living.

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  10. Nice, succinct, and says it all in a few lines

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  11. It's also very effective reading it from the last line to the first.

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  12. Handy things , rivers , you can move along them ....

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  13. A certain write and a comforting thought

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  14. Everything diminishes with the right company. Indigo x

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  15. Short and succinct! I like it. It's sweet.

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  16. Sharp and short and clever; well done.

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  17. great use of the river in this verse - real strength in each word

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  18. Rene...one of my next books is entitled A River Runs Through Me: Outer Trauma | Inner Healing...I need this poem in the first page....xoxoxo

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