Poetry: Rivers by Fabrice Poussin


I follow the lines of dark blue from the spring

to the ocean into a landscape of sweet nectar

streams to torrents speed through valleys

then everything breathes with your life.


Gentle winds into tormented tempests

make clouds of thin silk in darks and browns

floating into waves spotted with bluest shades

there you lay in complete abandon.


It is a lush vale, a snow covered peak, a burning river

of lava, and a desert hidden behind the heaven

where a dying star will rest for yet another night

in a sublime explosion of blazing watery fireworks.


Finding the source of those deep brooks a final quest

I climb back to the origins of even a first utterance

within the fibers vibrating with a singular energy

that which is the essence of everything you are.


Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and dozens of other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review and more than 300 other publications, including Tree House Arts.


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