The River Flowed Without Flaw
The Spring of a cricket:
his fiddle plays throughout my night
while I waste away - a ripple
on wilted water, as a
half-hearted moon, as
.
a trickling tear from her bell
that rings silently
as it falls
without
an
end
.
to end at her feet. She stayed
while mushrooms grew on my
face, while birds chirped and
grass hopped away, while
the pyres blew smoke.
.
She was the prettiest lily;
but, now she is of the river,
of me - a mountain of ground full of frailty.
.
.
Posted Mar 21, 2022, 3:05 PM UTC
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There's some gorgeous imagery here. I loved the cricket fiddling through the night and the "half-hearted moon." The line length combined with the imagery create a very still, almost meditative feeling.
The "her" to which the poem refers is a little confusing; I initially thought that it referred to the moon and was thrown by the implication that the moon had feet. I think the wordplay in "grass hopped" and the superficial praise of "prettiest" contradict the more serious tone of the rest of the poem.