Rapids disrupt my calm flow of life,
Changing tides cause me much strife;
Now a boat torn to desolate shreds,
I'm a spinning wheel without any treads;
Watch as we continue to stare and fawn,
God grant that this river may crawl on;
Lost within infinite gaps and spaces,
I can't remember all of the faces.
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OK, I'm going to sound like the language arts teacher now.
The first stanza has some good imagery. But the last line in the first stanza - you switch metaphors. Stick with the water images.
The last 2 lines of the poem are great. It's exactly how I feel right now as school winds down for the year. :-)
Mrs. R.
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