Imagine your rivers calling
to the stars. Imagine sleeping
beneath a midnight sky dreaming
through the unfiltered crescent moon,
your vessel rocking, lullabied.
Imagine your rivers calling,
echoing songs of vast darkness,
remembrances of ancient seas.
Imagine floating on silence,
the stillness between your heartbeats.
Imagine your rivers calling
you back to beginnings, the womb
of elemental conception–
currents of matter and spirit
inside indefinable light–
imagine your rivers calling.
For dVerse, where Grace has provided the quatern form. You know I like poetry with lines that repeat.
K. 
Just imagine! What a glorious catalogue of reminiscences. And the painting, like a pair of lungs, the blue and green essentials of existence.
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Thanks Jane. Yes!
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I love the dreamy, meditative feel of this!
Yes, we both had stars. Jane is right, the mandala looks like lungs, and the watercolor is beautiful, like stars or waterlilies.
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Thanks Merril. The stars are always calling, like the rivers.
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You’re welcome, Kerfe.
Yes, they are.
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What a beautiful poem and accompanying images.
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Thanks VJ.
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My pleasure
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You keep discovering lines whose repeating feels necessary, and grounding. (Can one ground oneself in a river? Yes.) This one evokes John Hiatt for me, too, which is always welcome.
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Thanks Sun. Rivers and John Hiatt will always be linked. The repeated line actually came from the collage box oracle. I kept pulling out rivers over and over. I ended up not using it for the collage I was working on, but I knew it needed to show up somewhere.
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Hi Kerfe, you do write the most extraordinary and amazing poems. This is fabulous.
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Thanks Robbie. I’m pleased that you like it.
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What a glorious poem … and the art pieces feel like Rorschach prints to me. Love this.
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Thanks Helen.
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Your art and words complement so well. Beautiful work specially this part:
Imagine your rivers calling
you back to beginnings, the womb
of elemental conception–
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Thanks Grace.
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Love this one! A amnesia was the name of my college yearbook…. And the art with this is very cool!
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Thanks Muri. It’s a new word for me, I like that it has related, but very different, meanings.
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Such soothing cadences, Kerfe – this helped ease my headache this morning 😊
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Thanks Ingrid. I’m happy my words could help.
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A stunning Quatern, Kerfe. The refrain is perfect: the imperative to imagine made me do just that, and I love the way the rivers are calling throughout. My favourite lines are:
‘Imagine floating on silence,
the stillness between your heartbeats’.
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Thanks Kim. I think the rivers are always calling.
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Imagine your rivers calling – the water has called us since birth…I often wonder do we truly hear the call? The first artwork looks like a tree and mixture of water within the breastbone where the heart resides.
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Thanks–I believe you are right. Too often we ignore what calls. (K)
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Absolutely beautiful and your refrain is wonderful. The artwork complements your verse beautifully.
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Thanks Punam.
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Clearly one to ponder.
Bravo!!!
Much💖love
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Thanks Gillena.
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I can’t comment on your post, but you’ve really captured the feeling of high summer in your words.
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I think imagination will take you there if you try hard…
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