The River

There's something about this that pulls the reader completely in, and it's your imagery. The tone of the piece feels desolate, amplified by the bird leaving no trace; the ending is a nice twist I didn't anticipate, and leaves interpretation open to the reader.

Nicely done.

Many thanks, Ahavati.  It takes a lot of pruning - a case of "more is less."

Dear L,

Spellbound I was reading and picturing the precise description of the bird, the park the action of the main character. I thought it interesting that this could be interpreted in a couple of ways. Just someone walking in the park and aware of their surroundings or a metaphor for us being here, doing what we do and the dying away with no trace we were ever here except for those who might remember us. Wonderful write.
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That's great, Honoria. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thanks very much for commenting.

That's wonderful, RIAN. I didn't appreciate the immediacy - I suppose because of editing and pruning. Thanks so much for commenting.

I love this poem, Lozzamus. It reminds me when l am looking for something which l don't know what. The same can be said about the the bird. The bird leaves, looking for new possibilities, and the same with you. Your descriptive style is perfect, and gives me great inspiration.

That's really kind, Joseph.  It was meant to be a simple poem, but seems to have pleased readers. Thanks again for commenting.  I hope you are well, Lawrence

I love reading poems that capture a moment in time. Your descriptions of the environment are lush, making it easy for the reader to conjure images. I like the sparseness of it; every word important to the story. It makes me long for Spring. Quite beautiful.

That's wonderful, Eerie. Thanks for reading and commenting.