Liz Balise
Liz Balise
3 days ago

The right winter
for dope and ice
for walks along the river route

The right winter
for arctic pin-prick wind
holes in boots
turquoise dress coat
far too thin
for walks along the river route

But The Merrimack couldn’t find her way
when fabric moguls migrated south
Fascinated by nylon nasties
they traded their silks and cottons
for those petro-polyesterdays

While she—
could no more manufacture life
than mint their money
So, they blamed her
Pronounced her—“Dead”
Decried her “Dirty”

She wanders sadly under bridges
stopping to eddy in an overhang of birches
In dank canals, I found her sleeping
angered only at the falls

Poor outcast!
with current edge she splinters light
from cities sadder still
retching her oily stench      
into the sea— into me

What’re a few warm tears
falling from someplace on a bridge
to the icy waters of the Merrimack?
Rivers get lost in the ocean don’t they?

Let them find each other there

I never knew anything about Jack Kerouac, and only today, learned that he breathed his last on my 20th birthday in 1969, just as I came to his sad hometown of Lowell, Massachusetts to endure a baptism of my own.
#river   #ma   #kerouac   #lowell   #merrimack  
Zan Balmore
Zan Balmore
5 days ago

I thought you were my friend
we shared herb and spirits
with an addict in recovery
I've never really left this town like you
I broke my new tablet
while watching ducks from rocks
This dirty river bank
This dirty city may
Be the only ocean for me

R Saba
R Saba
Mar 17

february ended without warning
and lent began, sharply unwelcome
as if time was forced to hurry itself into march
as if more than just a month was ending

something unnatural began
long, blurry days and painful nights
aching, stabbing belief in a future
that no longer existed

i do what i can to tell myself it still can
as i ride the bus, my bag occupying the space beside me
filling the empty air i drag with me
staying out as long as i can
just to avoid using the word ‘home’

something is missing
when i breathe in, my lungs are not filled
when i close my eyes, you are there
but as if far away, back turned

march drags on, the days grow longer
and i avoid the river

#love   #poetry   #winter   #writing   #feeling   #cold   #missing   #march   #river   #february  
Addie D
Addie D
Mar 14

On a day foggy and gloomy
I'm standing on the river bank
counting the hours blankly
as the water makes my feet blank.

I'm standing and dreaming the past.
I was happy and carefree;
One day it all went away with a blast
and I told the wind: "Take me with thee!

Make me ashes and dust, make me a ghost
like you made my beloved village."
Now I drown in sorrow but again I toast
to my gone personal pilgrimage.

On this day - foggy and gloomy
I'm standing on the river bank
counting the hours blankly
as the water makes my feet dank.

#ashes   #ghost   #water   #blank   #dust   #personal   #river   #village  
emme m
emme m
Mar 11

oh river take me far
i'm as pure as you are
and once the trees have cleansed my soul
i'll turn your crooked teeth
intil gold

#gold   #soul   #pure   #river   #teeth   #crooked   #cleansed  
Mar 1

your hands are made of rain.

they are made of

your spine is
the bend of a
meandering river.

i can trace the mountains
of your shoulders.

your hair,
the leaves on the trees.

your soul
lies in the dirt beneath my feet
and in the blueness of the sky.

but your eyes
are coal
supplying the

they could burn the whole place down.

they wouldn't even have to try.

you could burn it all down.

you want to burn it all down.

don't burn it down.

there's so much of you left to explore,
so much magic
that even you haven't seen.

don't burn it down.

i can see the magic
in the river stones
of your smile.

don't burn it down.
we have enough lies
and travesties of promises.

be the one beauty left
in this vile world.

~don't burn it down.
#love   #suicide   #beautiful   #nature   #beauty   #you   #body   #magic   #river   #forest  

A woman's love is like a river, it never stops flowing

#love   #a   #it   #never   #like   #is   #river   #womans   #stops  
Feb 24

The setting was beautiful..
Some forest somewhere as green as envy itself..
There was a very calm river with a covered bridge that ran over it..
The bridge was all white and looked like a house..
I went inside and found that the ground was made of glowing green grass..
The walls were made of dirt with flowers growing out of them..
The smell was so nice..
It seem cooler inside the bridge..
I walked on through bare foot..
The flowers were now an aura of colors..
Endless colors..
I awoke from this dream..
And I can't stop thinking about it..

I crossed a bridge in my dreams. A bridge that I made over a river inside of me..
#river   #bridge   #covered  

I miss the serenity
of floating on the river,
                  feeling free.
         Soul full of grace
in Mother Nature's company.
Earth's water,
Her vibrating veins,
moving my vessel
beneath me.
Smooth sailing
carry me
in a


I used to raft the New River. The feeling of being at her mercy and the oneness with nature is poetry.

Thanks for reading! K:)

Today, I am the feeling of falling, the
jolt of the unrealised last step
on the staircase.

Feel myself sliding
down a sheer cliff
face,   and turning
my face away from
all   of the       hand
holds and foot hold
s that could      save
me the fall.

Below me is the river, the one
you see in films, where the
crocodiles snap and scream and
the waves are shrieking too,
where the jagged, toothed rocks are reaching
up with their barbed fingers,
they pierce the air with vows to catch the fallen
and the hero can't hold on
for much longer.

But even though i try to shape these words into the silhouette of my descent, they only seem a shallow, shadow-shape i cannot make cement; and shadows cannot beat a heart with violent fear and fierce torment as my heart beats.

experimenting with shapes
#fire   #fall   #shadow   #falling   #cliff   #torment   #silhouette   #river   #shapes  
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