A thinning web of tangled knots upon
a crumbling bridge of doubt
on the edge of a raging river.
She treads rapids of indecision.
A hue of emotions and thoughts
rush against her skin, drowning her
in pain, and robbing her of voice.
she silently calls out to Hera
Crouching against the weeping tree,
she prays for the guidance to know
the strength to decide which way
the twisted old branch points to go.
a few threads of patience are left
She listens to her inner voice
leaving the weeping tree behind
a torn heart walks her path alone.
pictures thanks to google images :)
posted for One Shot Wednesday week 35 at One Stop Poetry~~ read some poetry or/and post a poem
17 comments:
This one was screaming out to me, River. Thank you. Today I feel not so alone... Lynnie
Wow, River, this one is so powerful and I so relate to it. Plus I am reading Women Who Run with the Wolves right now so "a torn heart walks her path alone" especially speaks to me. I was drawn in by the tree weeping "thje threads of her patience" and the "crumbling bridge of doubt." Wow. And the "twisted old brach" pointing which way to go. This is one of my favorites of yours. Fantastic writing!
Thank you Lynny love ya
Sherry thank you just made my day. :) Oh Women Who Run with Wolves one of my favorites. I believe I was 18 when my mom placed that book in my hands and it forever changed me.
captured me right away
'The tree weeps the threads of her patience.
A thinning web of tangled knots upon
a crumbling bridge of doubt'
and held me.
your words flow so beautifully, River!
thank you
Thank you Hope. :)
this was a gorgeous write...the last line particularly...i feel for that torn heart...
Why did I feel the dew drop tears, the frantic splashes of the river's edge, moisture welling up around, cleansing the spirit with this one? Wow, great write!
River I love the way you use nature to tell your tales. Lovely but sad poem, and yes I'm Shân from FE ;)
"a torn heart walks her path alone."
days like today are especially tender as it is so necessary to stop at that tree of indecision and wait, wait, and wait some more until that twisted old branch of wisdowm points and says, 'this is the way, walk in it...' thank you for sharing these nuggets of wisdom and making the path seem a bit safer and more familiar...
Thank you! It warms my heart when my words ring true for someone in their life and somehow makes it easier. Also, all of you have made my day with the wonderful compliments on my writing. :)
Excellent poem River.
This flowed well from line to line, image to image.
I like it
It's so lovely here by the River's edge.
Such vivid imagery here . . . thinning web, tangled knots, crumbling bridge of doubt (boy, does that describe the effects of doubt well). I loved this!
Very beautiful and touching this one is River and so full of inner turmoil..sadness
Its so beautiful... 'treads rapids of indecision..' liked your words, so lovely and vivid.
Your last lines were exquisite... poignant and sad.
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beautiful imagery and flow. particularly like the stanza:
"She treads rapids of indecision...in pain, and robbing her of voice."
Effective, emotive, blah blah blah: i.e., superb work.
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