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Paused at a Landing

There is a river of words
That runs thru my life
It has always been
The subject of my strife
River flow…

I should stay in the calm water
And not make waves
I’ve tried to go with the flow
Yet the words in my heart
Just seem to escape
And rattle on when they start.

River go…

They’re the source of it all, I know
I’ve been the object
Of some wonderful saves
My vessels been known to sink
And be caught in the undertow

River slow…

All of this is
Beyond my understanding
Perhaps I’d be better off
On the landing
Is it the life
Or the trip that makes
Life worth living

River wait….

Is it the poet who makes
Poem worth writing
Or is it the reader who
Makes it worth reading

River wait again…

I don’t know where this will end
I’ve been down and back again
It’s as if someone else holds the pen
Life is strange
Sometimes not of our choosing
One thing, though, is true
We seem to live the poem
That someone else penned
Faith will tell us who.

River flow on…

©Faye Sizemore
January 27, 2002

Faye… on a beautiful Sunday morning…