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Two Rivers

Two rivers descend from their mountain source

Over the edge, barefoot towards their destinies

One finds open horizons, free flowing courses
The other, hidden beauty, silent testimony

Two rivers race towards the shoreless ocean
Boulders to pebbles, meandering their flow
One becomes a city slicker in slow motion
The other, to an ancient oasis it shall go

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Africa, ZAF

Favorite Poets: Philip Larkin, Kahlil Gibran, William Blake, Shabbir Banoobhai, Refaat Alareer, James Matthews, Pablo Neruda, Jalaluddin Rumi, Maya Angelou, Antjie Krog

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Candlewitch

Candlewitch

8 months 3 weeks ago

Dear Yacubi,

This is a beautiful poem. It could be a metaphor with hidden layers! It could be for two siblings.

*hugs, Cat

Yacubi

Yacubi

8 months 3 weeks ago

Thank you

Thanks Cat. I'm glad you like the 'hidden layers'. :-)

Rula

Rula

8 months 3 weeks ago

Yacubi

I totally agree with Candle. My thought is that metaphor for something hidden.
What ever it implies, the imagery is first class and flows as cool as river would.
Bravo!

Geezer

Geezer

8 months 3 weeks ago

As the...

ladies say, this sounds like a tale of siblings, maybe even a set of twins. I like how it details the differences between the two and makes it that much more interesting. The meter is a little ragged but can be fixed easily. ~ Geezer.
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Yacubi

Yacubi

8 months 3 weeks ago

Thanks Geezer

Yes, there is a raggedness of my metre. I think that my rhythm has been out of sync with most of my poetry. It would interesting to see how it is fixed? :-)