On the river rock I wake
the mist from the rage on my eyelidsFrom the warmth I stretch my legs
and raise my head
The torrent around me streams and shakes
But today I will go, even if unbidToday I sink or swim
And I move from my bed
With every step, I feel my back ache
The water looks deep and acrid
The shore looks far
I slow my tread
My knees begin to quake
to a stop I skid
The weather looks bad
I won’t go where I said
It’s more than I can take
I know that I’ve backslid
One last look at the rapids
and I crawl back to my bed
| Copyright © 2020 by Blake Adamson Blake Adamson is an aspiring writer who has written for fanzine blogs and maintains fandom-related blogs on both Tumblr and Archive of Our Own. He currently lives in Jefferson City, Missouri, with his family while trying to complete a novel or novella-length story, a feat which he compares to passing kidney stones. |
Blake, thank you for this imaginative analog for a highly personal situation. And thanks for the surprising rhyme scheme, which I didn't recognize right off.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome. I hope to send some more work in the future.
DeleteThanks for another excellent poem. Great imagery and a great use of the extended metaphor, Bravo!
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