Slipping By
a river of secrets imparted
in our dreams from nightfall to
sunrise, of loves lost and loves ignited, of
believers who lie on your banks, who
bathe in your waters, your waves
lapping at the shore as tongue licks flesh, on
your shoulders you hold us aloft
displaying your tableau of
redemption, the passing of lives lived and
lost by the fertility of your floods and
the imprisonment of your
waters, on you flow caressing the apostles,
singing your song of everlasting
sustenance, low and sweet
and seductive
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Shared on One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry.
Charlotte Hamrick 
ahhh…. i love river poems… and this one slips by so smoothly 🙂
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In my eyes an entraining stream of words, nearly a kind of prayer or hymn to your river. It’s a pleasure to read.
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mmm…this had a good feel to it…i like the turn at “on your shoulders” and the religeous imagery…very nice..
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Thank you all for your comments. I live a block off the Mississippi and often sit and daydream on her banks. I feel very lucky to be able to do so.
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I also find great attraction to the water. I spend many an afternoon with my camera wandering up and down the banks of the Ottawa River. There is always some comfort, some truth that is revealed in the flow of water. You paint a wonderful picture of your river in this poem.
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