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Beside the Charles
Beside the Charles, as easing current,
Carried by the city’s rain-led flow,
Silent in the tides of sifting water,
In the broth, the froth, the to and fro,
Washing crisply against the shoreline,
Waning briefly before leaning into the rocks,
Bursting with the clarity only nature knows,
And retreating with the blackness of man,
Waves stand in the wake of a sailboat,
And fall as they clamber to the sands,
All in the haste of the wind,
The deafening whisper of the breeze,
A mellow medium of glistening rays,
A multifaceted pane of stained glass,
Adhered to earth,
As earth climbs through the skies,
A mammoth breach in the face of land,
Fading to a faucet’s droplets,
Against the setting sun,
Pulling the moon’s string; into twilight skies.
i love the line "and retreating with the blackness of man." i've been to that river and it is quite a sight. i dream of studying in Berklee one day. one could write a thousand poems about the Charles and Boston in general. Great job.
I don’t believe that I have ever observed anything that was more peaceful and pleasing than the panorama of a body of water. I was captured by your words and found myself caught in reminiscences of my favorite place here in Toronto at the Harbor Front, right by the Toronto Airport. It was such a delight to go back to times of harmony and wandering around aimlessly for hours near the lake.
p.s. if time permits, come see what I am up to as well!