Mouth of The River

For Miz Quickly’s Impromptu Poetry Day 26: Get Out of The House


Mouth of The River

The mouth of the river swallows fingers
of land, or at least attempts to lick them,
wetting edges of an envelope hoping
sealed words will reach across place and time.

Although I’ve strayed, always come back
to the mouth of the river searching
for something to hold onto, to cling to,
like lapping water returns again and again.

Watch you cast your line into mouth
of the river, pursing lips like edges of envelope,
but I am caught trying to read your story
and like the sun, fall slowly to become

just another mouth in the river.

Elizabeth Crawford  4/26/13

Notes: If asked, I doubt I could adequately explain the winding path that brought me here. Due to physical discomfort, I was not able to follow Miz Q’s prompt, so had to rely on memory and imagination. It might help to know that the mouth of the river is one of my favorite places to visit.

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6 Responses to Mouth of The River

  1. Stan Ski says:

    The kind of place I could easily spend all day looking at too!


  2. Marianne says:

    I grew up at one of Minnesota’s 10,000 lakes and have always loved being near the water. Looking at it is so soothing. Lots of great images in this poem, Elizabeth! I especially like the first stanza.


  3. brenda w says:

    I love the tongues and fingers. This is gorgeous writing, Elizabeth. Water is home to us in so many ways.


  4. Pamela says:

    Your first stanza is awesome, Elizabeth, it pulls the reader in and carries you along the river. Nice!



  5. Mr. Walker says:

    Elizabeth, I love the “flow” of this, the natural, water imagery, and the flow of thoughts. That last line is perfect, bringing us back again to another mouth image.



  6. julespaige says:

    I could watch the water of my creek for long hours. While it isn’t the mouth, just a meandering part, the constant change of reflection is comforting. I know there are living things in there too – besides the birds that float on the surface.
    Doing things one enjoys, doesn’t seem like work at all.


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