Hope is shackled to
my pale form from birth till death,
only to shatter
while finding I'm on the wrong
side of the river, to cross
would be perilous,
yet required of me to
join the ranks among
my beloveds and their friends,
to witness a dawn breaking sun
Author notes
Part one of a series of poems inspired by a random 4 AM hike in the woods around my old campus, which is centered around a giant river.
A contest entry
- Your Maverick Prewrites . . . by RatherImaginative.
925 points, ended October 16, 2008, 67 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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In my limited knowledge of mythology, I understand the River Styx to be line beyond which one enters the afterlife. You've used the image beautifully in this piece, and the pain of the one left in the land of the living is excellently communicated. The only suggestion I have is that the line breaks are bit awkward, and perhaps a reworking could enhance the piece, but that's up to you.
Thanks so much for entering my contest!
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Thanks for reading and commenting!
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beautiful
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