Plastic Trash

Singing The River Song But Now…

Getting the oar…
[Image by Ashok SP from tramptraveller.com]

On a round little boat

Rowing

I make circles on the river

Going

Catching nothing but matching the twinkling

Sound

That the river makes, singing

Aloud

The eternal song – fresh and fragrant –

Ever

And forever – the twirling dancing roar of the

River

Meets mountains, clouds, the slant sunlight and the gazy night

Alike,

Exploding in joy, splashing timelessness in the air and

Life

In every drop.


Rapturously it unfolds…
[Image by Alejandro Piñero Amerio from Pixabay]

On a round little boat

Rowing

I make circles on the river

Going

Watching rocks, trees, the playful wind and the dancing

Shadows

That fall on the river silently, attuned to its

Flow

Rapturously it unfolds, turning, twisting, shaping its

Way

Melody-like, harmoniously, day by

Day

By day, and this gargantuan movement appears

Unmoving

To those who fetch the tools to measure the

Unmeasurable

And pin it to the wall.


Trash meets the ocean.
[Image by Szabolcs Molnar from Pixabay]

The round little boat is NOW facing the riverine plastic trash monster

That has devoured the oar I used to beat it

Foolishly… like a fool fooling no one

And the river goes on to meet the ocean.


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