{"id":113192,"date":"2022-06-25T16:51:02","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T20:51:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=113192"},"modified":"2022-06-25T16:52:07","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T20:52:07","slug":"hour-7-my-love-is-the-river","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-7-my-love-is-the-river\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 7: My Love is the River"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The river flows, and for some it fades<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">When I come back tomorrow, she\u2019s not the same\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">But I still call it a river\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I have cried many rivers, and drowned many sinners\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">In my journals and my bedrooms<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">In dark, eerie parking lots\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Where if you go late enough, magic blooms<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And touch sparks lights bright enough to make you believe\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Every crease, was worth the pain of carving\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Disarming my soul so you can take a look<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Call it a hook\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">His smile, and maybe my eyes<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And oh, now we\u2019ve spilled a dream all over my dress<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I shake it off but its stained my skin<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Akin to his love, now I have dreams stuck to my pillow\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I try to wash it while the tide is still low\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">When did my river become an ocean?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Some potion, some spell, he left behind some shelf last he stayed<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I\u2019m entrapped, now that\u2019s just rude<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Crude skin under my finger tips, at the cusp of desire<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">But I am not tomorrow what I was tonight\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And he loves in spite<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Of the scarred bedroom walls, and empty bathroom stalls\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Of stale lingering desire in unattended mire<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And so my love must be a river,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">It must flow and it must fade,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">So I am neither scarred bedroom wall, nor someone else\u2019s desire\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I am new today, as I will be tomorrow\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Love me today and again tomorrow.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The river flows, and for some it fades When I come back tomorrow, she\u2019s not the same\u00a0 But I still call it a river\u00a0 I have cried many rivers, and drowned many sinners\u00a0 In my journals and my bedrooms In dark, eerie parking lots\u00a0 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