Saturday, March 06, 2010


Confluence: a place where rivers join
and waters test each other's shade and heft.
They partner, but don't mix, like warp and weft
or heads and tails on each side of a coin.
This strange and color-bifurcated flow
may last for miles, until the waters blend
and sweep, a single torrent, round each bend
absorbing tributaries as they go.

We met, but shared no language. We were fluent
only in our mother-tongues. For years
we worked for understanding. Sweat and tears
resulted in relationships that were congruent.
Confluence: a point where rivers merge,
where streams of language and of thought converge.

Confluence of the Rio Negro and Rio Solimoes
--for Sunday Scribblings

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Stan Ski said...

I can relate to the second stanza.

Dee Martin said...

Male and female are so like that - great take on the prompt.

Greyscale Territory said...

Beautiful parallels between features of Mother Nature and human nature. An interesting poem!

Americanising Desi said...

as long as you were fluent the rest doesnt matter :D

Frantic Fluency

Lilibeth said...

I'm impressed. You are so fluent at this poetic explanation.