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The River
June 1, 2026
I look into the river and see myself in reflection.
Colour fast but unstable, I move helplessly in its flow,
moved but not moving on like the fishes and pebbles
I’m disturbed and abstracted.
I look into two worlds which are intermingling,
my own distorted image fades and breaks
with the images behind and beyond me
in the background of my life.
This river is a metaphor for my own confusion.
I feel in danger of being broken up and washed away,
I’m unable to bring myself together undecided, undefined.
Such sweet, watery sounds, cooly relaxing my spirit
and shutting out the incoherent babbling outside.
But still, even as I put my hands over my broken ears,
I know it will find a way inside and overwhelm me,
in any case.
Editor: Kolby Russell
About the Poet
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She has been nominated for Pushcarts, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award.
https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/
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...I move helplessly in its flow,
moved but not moving on like fishes and pebbles
Lovely. Please post more!