Darkly Still [Haiku]

early morning:
it's still dark & darkly still.
one boat floats through.

Gravitational Exploitation [Haiku]

the stream carries sand,
dropping it in a broad pool,
clueless of its work.

DAILY PHOTO: Rocky Riverbed, David Scott Trail

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River of Life [Blank Verse]

If you float that river down to the sea,
you will know long days of peaceful drifting,
but also rocks and rage, oh so bone-soaked.

You will be thrown from the craft, clinging --
trying to get back on to right your raft.
You will find yourself in an endless sea --
connected to all others.

“I was born upon thy bank, river” by Henry David Thoreau [w/ Audio]

I was born upon thy bank, river,
My blood flows in thy stream,
And thou meanderest forever
At the bottom of my dream.

River Snow by Liu Zongyuan [w/ Audio]

From one thousand mountains, birds have vanished.
Over ten-thousand paths, not one footprint.
A lone boat, an old man in coarse cloak and hat:
Just he, fishing in the cold, river snow.

Original Chinese:

千山鳥飛絕
萬徑人蹤滅
孤舟蓑笠翁
獨釣寒江雪

Watercourse Weave [Haiku]

the river weaves --
  just a gentle meander;
   a floating leaf roams.

Glass River [Haiku]

the flowing river
looks still as glass, until
fallen leaf ripples.

Rivers of the Dead [Free Verse]

So many cultures
make their dead
cross a river.

The Greeks' Styx.
The Hindus' Vaitarna.
The Norse Gjȍll.
The Gnostic's Hiṭpon.
The Japanese Sanzu-no-Kawa.
The Mesopotamians' Hubur.
Taoists cross Naihe Bridge --
over what (I'm not sure,
but) is probably a river.

No rest for the dead?
It seems kind of rude.

DAILY PHOTO: Scenes from the Sundarbans