Prince or Pauper

He sits upon the cold, hard slab
…wondering.

Watching the turgid river
fill to overflowing
rise up to greet the sky.

Clouds roll through with thunder
but the river’s swollen rage
calms his own inner qualms
somehow soothes his
longing to belong.

At times he feels so small
against the weight of it all.

Is he prince or pauper
we
will never know.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo         *All rights reserved

Shared with With real Toads #Turgid

Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

14 thoughts on “Prince or Pauper”

  1. A beautiful picture, the water 🙂 I am sure you noticed that as well lol. Good job, indeed we never see what is, just perceive it all within ourselves, well stated 🙂

  2. i def feel the weight of it all upon him…and there are def days i feel the same…sitting by the river though it def does me some good….

  3. “At times he feels so small
    against the weight of it all.”

    Indeed.

  4. I love the image you picked to embellish upon this word challenge, Brenda, (is it Brenda, what name do you like to go by?).

    I love the idea of the storm taking the focus away from introspective moments. It is so true too, on the literal level but on other levels, also.

    Really enjoyed this!

  5. Turgid works perfectly here… thanks so much for taking part. = )

Comments are closed.