While passing by a river, I saw
That’s all it was.
Just a river.
Not a mystery.
Not a ‘babbling brook’.
It was just a river
Wide and smooth
And flowing out to sea.
With its flow and gentle sounds
But not magical
And nothing poetic.
It’s just a river,
Flowing out to sea
Made of rain from hills
A natural phenomenon
And nothing poetic
Flowing out to sea.
While passing by a river, I saw~ a dark shadow creature. It gazed at its hands that extended & formed sharp claws.
In a rush, I turned around and tried to escape. But my legs failed to move.
The shadow approached me and grinned. It lifted my chin and turned my head to the side.
I was too terrified to even scream. It seemed like all the air in my lungs had escaped.
The creature snarled & opened it’s mouth wide. I closed my eyes right and the next thing I felt was a sharp pain on my left shoulder.
My eyes moved to check my shoulder. I saw the chunk of flesh that it had taken from me. My heart was beating out of control.
What a way to go. I always thought that I would have died from drowning because I didn’t know how to swim.
By the river banks.
While passing by a river I saw a flash of white amongst the reeds. I stopped, frozen, my eyes darting about and latching onto a flicker of movement. I wanted to walk closer, to brush aside the reeds and find the source of the color and the rustling in the tall grass. I knew that heeding these impulses could only bode ill. So, step by step I dragged my unwilling feet away from the shore line and to safety. For no person in possession of their senses would go down to the river in the week of the Rusalka.
While passing by a river,
I saw a single flower,
Standing like a tower.
In the cold it did not shiver.
Nobody seemed to care,
How over the river it leaned,
How in the dim light it beamed.
A single daffodil stood there!
Growing so ambitious.
It must have needed a stimulus.
And you might call me ridiculous.
But I point at the spirit of Narcissus.
While passing by a river I saw the shallow portion and went to the river and drank some water and was coming back. The crow sitting on the tree screamed.
I am the watchman & watching the river for so long and how you took water without my permission? Now, pay me double. The river is mine.
For air which I am breathing also should I pay?
Of Cows And Men
While passing by a river, I saw a man leading a crying cow. “Where’re you going,” I ask. He says, "I must kill this cow so that my family may eat." The cow sniffled, "I have been a good cow. I have given my milk for cheese, but I can't provide for the man anymore." I turned in anger, "How dare you! This cow has given her life to provide for you!" The man hung his head, "She is loyal and hardworking, but my family is sick. My family is dying and poor." I cry, "Why not berries or grains?" The man shook his head, "I can’t plow a field. My wife becomes ill on grain. My children are poisoned by berries. These things fill us up but threaten our lives." He leads away the sobbing cow. It brings me sadness, but I know life must come from death.
Presence of a Stranger
While passing by a river…. I saw it. I caught it! A glimpse of a familiar face. A feeling of warmth and comfort surrounded my once happy heart.
As I knelt to the ground, the feeling melted away almost as quickly as it had appeared. The reflection now bearing a new face. One without a name.
The hollowed cheeks that once bore my courageous smile were now almost as unrecognizable as the bags I carry under my sore tired eyes.
I finally exhaled as if waiting for an emotion to yield itself into existence.
I returned to my feet and slowly averted my eyes from the image now forever engraved in my mind.
All other emotions whisked away with the rustle of the falling autumn leaves. Acceptance filled my bones as I once more became acquainted with the cold brisk air that filled the trees around me.
While passing by a river, I saw a shade of blue I had never seen before. Intrigued, I crossed over an engine bridge towards mountains that towered above like statues, each one a masterpiece of its own. I wandered through the pines that lined the water, elk grazed nearby and bears watched silently as I passed by. The river meandered until my ascent, and from there I could hear the waterfall singing its song. Slowly, the trees became less and the rocks became more until I reached the lakes. Emerald in color and even more captivating than the jewel, I had reached the source, the beginning of the wild blue below, and only then did I understand that though the river may have changed from beginning to end - hidden, trickling, twisted, coursing, voracious, wandering - it only became more beautiful.
A North American Blizzard
While passing by a river, I saw, through swirling snow which was gathered on the icy banks and disappered into the rushing rapids at the river's center, a man which looked like my father. I say "looked like" because there was something wrong about the face; the eyes were too small and dark, and the beard covered too much of his cheeks. But, crazed from the cold, I didn't give it much thought until later, and by then it was too late.
He led me to a cave on the bank of the river where we were joined by phantasms of my mother and sister. They encouraged me to lay down and rest, and I foolishly complied. When I awoke, I discovered that the cave now harbored four otters: the three devious Kushtaka which had lured me there, and myself.
While passing by a river, I saw my rock on the hill.
I sat, out of breath, sweaty, tired,
the view was vast, bright and still.
I squinted from the light glimmering on the sea
The same sea I’ve been sailing, where the sun reflects its beams
And where horizon melts, the moon peeks.
Now, on a small island,
I watched the light travel through the bushes and leaves,
This wide line, where blue and green meets.
The last hour of daylight passes as fast as the clouds slow down,
to soak in the orange, pink, and red
And while they got their fluffy coats painted
The sun quickly bled,
into everything the sky hosted that evening;
Hilltops, reflections and roofs, scattered around.
A panorama, fading with the sky, turned dark
except for the lit windows dotting the scene.