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Miserys the River of the World

Updated on June 9, 2013

Miseries the river of the world

And its coming nearer and nearer

As she sets out on her journey

She brings staves, and cups

And coins. On her back she straps


A block of cheese and bread to break her fast

She treks

Across lands

She climbed mountains

To avoid its wet touch -

She flew griffins back

Swords tightly held to their fearsome throat

Emeralds clutched close to her chest -

Hoping to escapes its current

She looked into the eyes

Of men and woman

And found only missing shoes

And wilted flowers

She offered them her coin

As she asked a way around the river

Crows swooped down and ate

Their tongues

and children cried

tears caught in cups

a salty brew did she drink -

And she sat

before it -

thinking of the river

she thought of its breathy foam

its murky waters,

my how ugly she thinks

the misery of the world -

Doves ate her bread

and she offered them too her cheese

tired she decided to sleep -

Peacocks walked into the clearing

and a horse and birds chirped in the trees

and dogs licked her face

and rabbits nestled at her feet

they nudged and nudged until she woke.

She stood staring back

as a wolf mother and its den looked at her head cocked behind

beckoning -

The horse brayed wanting her to walk as they themselves

Became emerged.

This river of misery -

I have walked and trekked

And flew to keep from its grasp.. you want me

To let it wrap around me?

Yes, they said.

So she did..

bloody mouths open in horror and she draws her sword

Drinks from her cup thinking of the children and their tears

Drops the coins to its depth a prayer sinking -

She lets the current take her.

SWIM they say! Swim!

Her muscles tare, and her throat burns!

Her fingernails break as she reaches for the sandy beach

Using rocks that cut her

shred her ivory arms as she grasps to pull across.

Heaving - water pores from her mouth

Dripping she looks and sees the pearly gates

Red roses they hand her

They take her hand

And crown her in emeralds

And together with laughter in their eyes,

they dance.


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      Joe 3 years ago from north miami FL

      Excellent poetry, you have a writing style that really displays imagery well.

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      Jennifer Vasquez 4 years ago from Long Beach, CA

      Beautifully written. I love the artwork you incorporated into your poem. Whose the artist of the first one?

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      shanmarie 4 years ago

      Wow. Excellent job, here. I've got to say, that fantasy is not my first literary genre of choice, though I do and have read it. That said, this is a metaphor for such more and very interesting in its own right and you had my attention all the way through.

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      frankieonfire 4 years ago from Eureka, CA

      Oh Gosh! Thanks so much all of you for visiting my page! I am delighted you liked this bit of a journey.

      Epi - you especially for your thoughtful praise and support. I had thought I dropped your jaw all the times possible. Brings a smile to my face picturing your bottom lip on your icky dirty running shoes so I will surely keep trying!

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      epigramman 4 years ago

      Oh dear me FRANKIE OF MOST FANTASTIC this is epic writing and I read the entire page with my mouth open and my jaw dropped on my running shoes while I sit here in admiration and astonishment.


      So happy to hear that you're back home safe and sound with your precious buddy

      Meow too from Tiffy and Gabriel and a high five from Colin at lake erie time canada 1:44pm

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      Jennifer 4 years ago from Lost...In Video Games

      This was amazing Frankie! Voted it up awesome!

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      Victor W. Kwok 4 years ago from Hawaii

      This poem is epic.

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      Jose Velasquez 4 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

      I'm the type of person who would have lived in the misery just because people told me it was better to die.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and awesome. The river of misery certainly flows through this world. Then I entered the world of the fantastical and magical and it all came together in one wonderful package. Enjoyed and the pics wonderful. Passing this on.

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      Cathy Nerujen 4 years ago from Edge of Reality and Known Space

      Aw, you are welcome, Frankie. Um... my creativity is striking pretty good these days. LOL. I also love the art work you put in this hub. It's really nice. I can't wait to read that chapbook. Bless you. :)

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      frankieonfire 4 years ago from Eureka, CA

      Astra - thanks so much! I can't tell you how much it means to receive your words - you leave me some of the most thoughtful joy to read comments. Glad you liked this. Prob gonna be in my first chapbook.. Cheers to you. May creativity strike you to create and create and create.

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      Cathy Nerujen 4 years ago from Edge of Reality and Known Space

      What an amazing epic journey into the fantastic, Frankie. This just scooped me up and carried me away. I felt I was traveling this river with her. I love how you show the scene in the clearing with the animals... how everything seems to happen around the hero in this weaving tale.

      Why is it that your writing always seem to swim in the deep end of the pool? Your words are always deep and full of extra meanings. The very words themselves seem to become the thick undergrowth she makes her way through, as though they might pull her under... until she finds the beautiful end and a festive gala of color greets her.

      You are a true Jedi when it comes to writing, Frankie. I hope to see lots of comments here. You are a wonderful writer. Have a sweet day. :)