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.
~*~
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Sometimes a matter of perception is all there is. Wonderful write.
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 🙂
Oh this is a wonderful image – I love the tale you told to interpret it.
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….
very nice, i like this and that photo is, wow.
That picture begs a story, and you have given us a way of reading the mystery therein.
Once I married a prince … now he is a pauper … and I love him …
“At times he feels so small
against the weight of it all.”
Indeed.
This poem is filled with loneliness. I love the picture. Well done! 🙂
Sounds like quite the bleak life, all lonely and such. I say he needs a rhyming cat.
So good, and such a twist – prince or pauper. The river rolls on regardless.
This feels so incredibly lonely. Well done!
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!
Turgid works perfectly here… thanks so much for taking part. = )