She flows
unapologetic of her girth,
does not flinch
at barges scoring her surface
nor paddle boats laden with curiosity.

Confident in her fluidity,
she bears the secrets of life –
the sludge of humanity in her belly –
stirs the minds of merchants, and children,
tolerates those who gather at her banks.

The final word is hers – she knows –
no boundaries can contain her wrath
still waters rise and spill;
she is a dragon
Nature’s force,
and she is magnificent.

(‘Mississippi’ first appeared here in November, 2017.
Image my own. Not the Mississippi.)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

37 thoughts on “Mississippi”

  1. Great reading! Wow this part and image:

    “Confident in her fluidity,
    she bears the secrets of life –
    the sludge of humanity in her belly”

    Another poem which shows of your amazing use of language. You got the touch!


  2. Wonderful description of this mighty river. I lived near her shores, crossed her every week day for a year, living in Memphis and working in Arkansas. Calling her a dragon is so apt. I never once stepped into her waters full of eddies. I had a great respect for her waters. Once Memphis had a recreational spot called Mud Island that was in the Mississippi. It had a to-scale replica of the river that the kids (and me!) loved to splash in. It was a mile long and indicated all the cities along the river. Oh, good times. Thanks for ‘stirring’ the memories, VJ.


  3. I should also have mentioned how nice it is to hear you speak this poem. It is always a treat to hear the creator of written work deliver their own inflections and nuances to it. Thank you.

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  4. Captiving words VJ and your Spoken word was… Well outstanding! All aspects of this post delight… Your words, your phone and your voice 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

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