The River
I stand in the river of
my actions and it drips,
drips, drips down and I
doubt if I was right, but
then I stop.
Because I know I was right,
right, right, and that I hav
e
don
e no w
ron
g
I
sit
and I
thi
n
k
and
I lis
ten
t
o
my t
hought
s as
t
h
ey d
rip, d
rip,
d
r
ip, drip, drip,
drip, drip, drip,
drip, drip,
drip.
heidi
originally written around 1990.
I really like this one. I liked (and I still do I guess) to play with the way the poem looks. I also was really into the sound of the words together, so sometimes I wasn't really after the meaning. This one does have a story, that was really in line with a lot of stuff that I was writing at the time. It makes me smile. I am working on a new immediate story that I will probably post as soon as it's finished. Look out tomorrow for the second part of "One Day On A Bus". Thanks for reading!
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