New Classic Poems – Contemporary Verse That Rhymes
New Classic Poems – Contemporary Verse That Rhymes
New Classic Poems – Contemporary Verse That Rhymes
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<strong>New</strong> <strong>Classic</strong> <strong>Poems</strong><br />
Love<br />
The winter passed as slowly as it always seems to do<br />
when ice garrotes the streams and bleeds them white,<br />
but such a death is transient and rivers run anew<br />
when day sees fit to break the endless night.<br />
The sun grew strong again. A gentle breath revived the lands.<br />
A latticework of rivulets converged<br />
across the ice to gurgle little channels through the bands<br />
of white and hints of blue as Spring emerged.<br />
The swelling rivers romped across their rumpled gravelled beds,<br />
a noisy game of leapfrog in the sun,<br />
contesting every bank along the ancient watersheds<br />
in effervescent adolescent fun.<br />
As if to answer reveille, canoes appeared on racks<br />
and kayaks crowned a fleet of westbound cars.<br />
We bounced up mountain roads and slid askew down muddy tracks<br />
and bivouac’d beneath a billion stars.<br />
The newlyweds arrived and nested in amongst our crew<br />
encamped along the restless little stream.<br />
They’d traded in their kayaks for a sixteen-foot canoe:<br />
the partnership would paddle as a team.<br />
A tandem boat’s attraction is the teamwork it requires,<br />
the unison, the sharing and the trust.<br />
but trust takes time to grow, no matter what the heart desires,<br />
it’s hard for solo paddlers to adjust.<br />
The sparrow liked to run along the river’s fastest course,<br />
she knew her craft and read the current well.<br />
The hawk would spur his vessel like a knight astride a horse<br />
and joust with ev’ry surf encrusted swell.<br />
It pained to watch them paddle through a technical approach,<br />
she’d reach to draw the bow around a crest<br />
but he would overpower her, and often would reproach<br />
the choice she made. His way was always best.<br />
She didn’t mind at first. She let him choose the line and pursed<br />
her lips each time they banged beneath the white<br />
or broached across a rock he didn’t see. But when he cursed<br />
at her for dumping them, her jaw was tight.<br />
A chill crept in around the evening fire. A silence loomed<br />
like icy fog that creeps a lonely dock.<br />
They sat apart, the sparrow’s bright, engaging smile entombed<br />
beneath moist eyes averted from the hawk.<br />
The mountain skies socked in and drenched our muddy camp<br />
with unrelenting rain. We pulled our gear<br />
above the highest waterline and settled in the damp<br />
to wait, impatient for the skies to clear.<br />
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