NaPoWriMo2019 Day 11 – Rivers

Day 11 dawns early given many mission and tasks to complete. I set the alarm extra early. And what do they ask of us? A personal origin poem? ” …we’d like to challenge you to write a poem of origin. Where are you from? Not just geographically, but emotionally, physically, spiritually? Maybe you are from Vikings and the sea and diet coke and angry gulls in parking lots. Maybe you are from gentle hills and angry mothers and dust disappearing down an unpaved road. And having come from there, where are you now? ” Big theme NaPoWriMo! Poems need compression. How to put a gallon in a pint pot!? It’s been a longish life, too. But a few years back I did a similar exercise and realised that the recurring theme in my peripetic lifetime is …rivers. I even did a collage around it, figuring in all the rivers that have been relevent to my life story. Not all have made it into the poem, See if you can spot the difference.

Rivers origin story
Spot all the Rivers that have somehow been important to my personal origin story

Rivers

I am of rivers.
All flow.
They meet the ocean,
roll on.

First was East River.
I'm Bridge and Tunnel
for four generations.
There's a Delaware
ferryman mother's
side piloting flow
back and forth. I know
rivers, how they meet.

Then Susquehanna.
Marcellus rock formed
my teeth and bone.
I am of rivers.
All flow.
They meet the ocean.
and roll.

Potomac, then Thames,
preoccupations
adult. Capital!
Then slowing down to
Yorkshire's Ouse, Wharfe, Aire,
snake goddess piercing
my heart. There's a hole -
river hewn hag stone.

Yes, I'm of river
all flow
going to meet, reach
ocean
still seeking the source.

At last
the River Shannon
close to its pulsing
Pot, where the river
rises, trickles, flows,
spreads, widens over
Midland plains, rolling
down the lip of land.
Fresh water meeting
sand and salt and there
river meets ocean.

I am flow, rock, roll,
water of love meets soul.
I am of rivers
seeking
all flow
yearning
for the ocean's
rocking
and roll.

Copyright © 2019 Bee Smith. All rights reserved.

The featured photo is my own of the Shannon Pot, where the longest river in Ireland rises about three miles from where I have lived for the past seventeen years. The photo was taken when the Pot was very full, almost to overflow, not unlike how it might have looked at the mythic start of Ireland’s own origin story.

GloPoWriMo2019
Bee Smith is participating in GloPoWriMo2019
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2 thoughts on “NaPoWriMo2019 Day 11 – Rivers

  1. Superb, and personally special to me, Bee: since my youth I’ve sensed myself to BE a river disguised as a human, at times attempting to express that in words and art-play, but never anywhere near as wonderfully as you’ve done here. Thanks for sharing your works with us, as always.

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