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
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Saturday, March 06, 2010
Confluence
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5 comments:
I can relate to the second stanza.
Male and female are so like that - great take on the prompt.
Beautiful parallels between features of Mother Nature and human nature. An interesting poem!
as long as you were fluent the rest doesnt matter :D
Frantic Fluency
I'm impressed. You are so fluent at this poetic explanation.
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