hello dearest poet I feel your passion here and yes the song doesn’t end until we die I just may meet a few people after that too great write❤

Well, thank you Crimsin, for taking the time… I am brand new here and this site has a learning curve…
Vol

Vol,
Tim alerted me of this. Before responding to comments by others, we need to hit reply. Otherwise they will not see our “thank you”–
If you hit reply first, you will know it worked because your reply to the commentor will be to the right, under the comment.
As for this poem, wow. The whitewater imagery is powerful, but what I really appreciate is what you have done opposite here. The whitewater usually controls us, but here we are in control. She dances blues and we man the paddle and dance along with her.
j.

Perhaps the tornado swept something from beneath your doormat, sir Vol! Whatever reached land seems to have drowned something either dear or dreadful. Perhaps this simple scribbler might have the metaphors explained, please.
‘roar and slam the rocks
past trees and cliffs,
infusion,
confusion’
Wish there was an NB to explain why such words came to be written. I know Welsh whitewater from the past, almost lost the thrill of what was invigorating but uncontrollable – just as life can be. But there again, people try their best to survive. Somehow. Don’t doubt those who know you well, will understand. You’re known for your compasssion, learned via the good book, of course. ‘Do unto..

Joy,
This is an old poem, a response to another poet’s reading back in Nashville. He was wondering about the lack of passion in his life… You cannot expect meaning from nothing,,, not to mention the darkness of boredom…
Vol

Once read that boredom is something created by an unknown to renew the human spirit – but only if the body has one! Said by an online poet, think Bryson! Still working on it 🙂