Inscrutable
The river fills her body
like handwriting on a scrap
folded into a book
and found years later.
No one reads that language.
Undiscovered,
she remains closed, cleansed,
awaiting interpretation.
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“Inscrutable” was first published in Volume 3, Issue 1 of Ink in Thirds. Thank you, Grace Black, for taking this piece!
Beautiful Robert!
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Thank you, Linda.
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Eight lines yet they leave me thinking of the rivers I have seen, spread out and shimmering, waiting. I especially love your comparison to an unread piece of paper.
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I’m so pleased this resonates for you. Thanks very much for your kind words.
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A beautiful piece
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Thank you, Barbara.
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Poignant, mysterious, deep – I’m pulled into the poem’s current, reading and rereading…
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Thanks, Lynne. So many currents grab on to us, don’t they?
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Indeed!
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This is so beautiful! I love River poems!
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Thanks very much, Jessica. Rivers inspire me, as do creeks. I guess it’s water…
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Water is very inspiring, from the ocean to rain going down the gutter 😁
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Ooh, gutters! Yes!
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