The River Remains

the river mocks us sometimes
its waves flickering in
and out of light and shadows
like the way you can almost, but not quite, catch the magician's illusion, or a new friend's emotion.
the river laughs at humanity's follies,
the way we trust
when pain is imminent.
the river remains,
even in times of darkness,
and it will remain here
long after we're gone.

I wrote this poem for the #132 Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. This prompt was provided by Sheila, who asks us to write a poem with the following criteria:

  • Form:Β AnyΒ poetic form;
  • Length:Β ExactlyΒ 64 words;
  • Must include:Β the wordsΒ β€œdark” andΒ β€œlight” in any form

15 thoughts on “The River Remains

  1. Sarah this one is a delight to read – it flows along!! The truth is that our lives are transient and some things in this world seem permanent . However it is an illusion (like the magician’s trick) for even the rivers reimagine their course and can dry up and disappear…. A thought provoking piece! ❀

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