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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 )

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  1. brudbergMarch 29, 2015 at 12:35 PM

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

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  2. NatašekMarch 29, 2015 at 1:25 PM

    i agree, the last line is perfect :)

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  3. Sanaa RizviMarch 29, 2015 at 2:21 PM

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

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  4. MaryMarch 29, 2015 at 2:40 PM

    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. GraceMarch 29, 2015 at 3:46 PM

    I admire that carving of the river ~

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  6. Sherry Blue SkyMarch 29, 2015 at 3:57 PM

    Oh how I love this. Every perfect word.

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  7. Rommy Cortez-DriksMarch 29, 2015 at 4:45 PM

    Beautiful economy of words to convey so much!

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  8. Donna@LivingFromHappinessMarch 29, 2015 at 5:39 PM

    Perfection and I agree the end is wonderful!

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  9. Kathe W.March 29, 2015 at 5:44 PM

    lovely tribute

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  10. 21 WitsMarch 29, 2015 at 9:20 PM

    ...and life is so worth living.

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  11. Anna Whiston-DonaldsonMarch 29, 2015 at 9:59 PM

    Lovely!

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  12. UnknownMarch 30, 2015 at 2:52 AM

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

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  13. Rosey PinkertonMarch 30, 2015 at 4:10 AM

    Wow, say it like it is!

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  14. totomaiMarch 30, 2015 at 5:24 AM

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

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  15. Silent Otto March 30, 2015 at 6:41 AM

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

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  16. Jae RoseMarch 30, 2015 at 9:08 AM

    A certain write and a comforting thought

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  17. Buddah MoskowitzMarch 30, 2015 at 12:56 PM

    Ooh. Excellent.

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  18. Indigo RothMarch 30, 2015 at 1:00 PM

    Everything diminishes with the right company. Indigo x

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  19. KayMarch 30, 2015 at 4:02 PM

    delicious!!

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  20. KerridwenMarch 30, 2015 at 5:11 PM

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

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  21. BerowneMarch 30, 2015 at 7:01 PM

    Sharp and short and clever; well done.

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  22. ZQMarch 30, 2015 at 10:06 PM

    Hmmmm!
    ZQ

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  23. MichaelMarch 31, 2015 at 3:56 AM

    i like this so much

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  24. UnknownMarch 31, 2015 at 5:12 PM

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

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  25. AnonymousMarch 31, 2015 at 8:25 PM

    that´s human!

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  26. Tess KincaidApril 1, 2015 at 2:58 PM

    I love this...

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  27. ♥ BrajaMay 17, 2015 at 10:27 AM

    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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