When I am not the River, I am an Estuary


Estuary

I am at the Equator today
Maybe I reached the equator today
All calm with no movement
But throbbing
The sea is calm and so is the wind
Not moving but touching me

Even when I am not flowing
but throbbing
With you flowing in my veins
Like the sea moving into the river
Making me an estuary



Poetry by Deeps
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Written on 2016-05-19 at 16:33

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A wonderfully sustained metaphor.
2016-05-24


Kathy Lockhart
My goodness, you certainly know how to create images and incite the senses! The use of the word "throbbing" so effectively results in bringing this reader to a place of want, of need, of sultry tropical nights panting with desire that is sore and red with infected passion. Or, am I just an old lady reading more into this than what is there? I know Estuary. I've seen them and I've been them once before--in a time--of days gone by. Kathy
2016-05-20