This 99-word poem was written in response to Charli Mills’ Special collection Challenge at Carrot Ranch.
January 28, 2021, Special Collection Challenge prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about life as a river of consciousness. Think about the possibilities of the prompt. Go where the prompt leads! Respond by February 11, 2021.
The 99-word entries to this Carrot Ranch Special Collection Challenge will be presented to Sue Vincent on February 17. If you want to take part and be included in this special collection, respond using the form HERE.
The River of Life
The river trickles from its source,
Weak like a baby’s tears,
It slides across the earth,
First a stream which later grows,
Flowing carefree along the river bed,
Like a young girl, searching for love,
It carries reeds and pebbles and fish,
There are times it meanders lazily,
Other times it cascades with fury,
Or desire,
Later it grows, like a pregnant mother,
Carrying boats and bodies, too,
It battles with mud and pollution,
But always pushes forward,
Along a one way course,
There is no return,
It flows straight ahead,
Determined to reach its destination,
The unchartered sea.
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This is wonderful, Luccia. I especially like where you said there is no return. It made me pause. So much truth. I love Kahlil Gibran’s work, and this is a perfect quote to accompany your poem.
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Thank you, Norah. I love Gibran’s The Prophet. It was on my night stand for years. So much wisdom in so few words.
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