Troubled Water

The river that divides us stretches far as the eye can see,
Nor is there end, nor crossing place. Save for a wooden stare
Supported by the tide of previous tears,
That ebbs and flows and heaves against it's creaking boards.

People may try to dismantle the steps we took.
Now that the boards are washed away, we do not even care
Enough to stop them when they want their wood.
We do not need steps, to remind us where we have been,
Or where we do not want to go.

The crevice that divides us is as deep as the pain.
The boundary of our vision stops short, we do not need to see.
I defy that person to cross the border again,
And I would rather leap in than over.

early poemimaginary relationshipslove's tempesttroubled water

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Sat 3rd Apr 2021 12:31

Thank you for commenting Ferris Ty Taylor. 🌷
I suppose it is one of the many mysteries and mystiques of poetry
Sometimes it seems more true when it rhymes
Sometimes it seems more true when it doesn't rhyme
(And then there's half-rhymes)

Though I couldn't judge it at the time, I think this poem had a lot of schematic confidence and maturity for an early poem.

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Ferris Ty Taylor

Sat 3rd Apr 2021 10:42

You subvert my expectation of a rhyme to allow for starker truths

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Tue 30th Mar 2021 17:53

Thank you Nigel for commenting 🌷

Thanks also to everyone who clicked 'Like' for this poem. 💐

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Nigel Astell

Tue 30th Mar 2021 01:23

Save for a wooden stare
shows that inside troubled waters
drowning had been not far away.

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