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The stream                         Runs rough Beyond the towers of brick and mortar A bridge of crumbling red concrete Incased between the leaves, and rivers stone I give                        My trust To the leather reins, The horse that clops the uneasy terrain, The decaying stones threatening to give way I pour                        My Mind Into the rivers blue, As if to feed the salmon, Gorge the trout. I slosh                       My Eyes To the rivers shore, The edge of sludge and scale, The currents of clay.
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Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
Currents of Clay
The stream                         Runs rough Beyond the towers of brick and mortar A bridge of crumbling red concrete Incased between the leaves, and rivers stone I give                        My trust To the leather reins, The horse that clops the uneasy terrain, The decaying stones threatening to give way I pour                        My Mind Into the rivers blue, As if to feed the salmon, Gorge the trout. I slosh                       My Eyes To the rivers shore, The edge of sludge and scale, The currents of clay.
This is my attempt at an imagist poem! How did I do??
joshua-hernandez
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joshua-hernandez
33/M/Mexican
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
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