I am always a mad woman at the edge of a river.
Do I become the willow and bend over
to see my own sadness reflected in its slow go?
I see things floating downstream.
I wish to be taken by it,
moved from here like some sail-less ship,
some oar-less canoe, into some place of baptism…
Yes, that is it, let me repent of my great love for you;
wash or drown me in it.
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Vivid imagery and powerful emotions here...loved the reflective quality of this poem. Somehow it reminds me of an ancient Native American saying about "the river beneath the river" (I think they called it Rio abad Rio - not sure about the spelling though)...There are quite a few "mad woman" around here and who also wish to be washed or drowned in that great love... Wonderful poetry.
~ Nicolette


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Thank you, nicolette. Had some stuff to get through last night and it worked. This can speak to many things adn yes I am very connected to water and rivers and love their stories and myths as well.
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"I am always a mad woman at the edge of a river."
Sighhh...Awww, Sweetie...Did I ever mention that I grew up near a bunch of rivers & streams???
I shall gather with you by the river & we shall drift on currents of forgetfulness...until we can remember without pain once more...We have already been baptized by our tears, my Sister...






