Flowing
The blue carbuncle - a young
river
flows with great virtuosity!
Scattering fragments of matter
everywhere
The silver and wide line flows
away
to an unknown destiny.
The Sun keeping track of its wild
behavior,
Hark! Its rays are even scattered
By her – oh, what a young devil!
A ray falls on it, making it
glisten like gold,
It never listens – though young,
she is very
old, with the wisdom of three
decades.
Boats sail on her soft blue cover
And sail away on unknown
expeditions.
The wind blowing accordingly to
her whims,
It carries travelers to a sea of
dreams.
When skies darken, with booming
thunder.
Our protagonist – for a moment –
shudders.
And it goes – topsy, turvy, curvy,
curly, swishy, quiffy, whippy!
It crashes upon the rocks of
Death!
But still, it carries and battles
forward, for
she had not yet reached her
destiny.
Gushing and rushing down the
valley
The green emerald – a young woman
flows with full of grace!
The wind carrying her away
With the Sun playing its cadences
–
Its rays look like gold
doubloons!
Those who sail on the river
Do so in search for the positive.
The sails at their highest point,
Signaling the start of a new day.
But over there, storms and dark
clouds wreck havoc.
Causing nightmares and watery
graves.
Still, her might is as strong as
it ever was,
And she rushes past, surprising
the death-bearing rocks!
She runs, still hoping to find
the destiny which she had long
been looking for.
Running and flying across the
gorge
The river – the young woman
Never knows any defeat!
Flying past the old rugged rocks,
Sprinting towards a new horizon.
She looks up to see –
The blue sky – with scattered
clouds,
Lush greenery everywhere,
The water leaped about, for
truly she has reached her
destiny!
***
M.Macabre
10.07.2020
Dedicated to:
Henryk Wieniawski (HAPPY BIRTHDAY!)
Image courtesy: Google Images
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