Where The Creek Goes Blind Poem by Alyx True Edge
Where The Creek Goes Blind
There, where the creek goes blind
and darkening woods meet fields of rye
wrapped in peace, the time and all sorrows pass
strip them off, leave them on this tiny patch of grass
what remains is a shell, carrying a comatose, vacant mind
while the birdsong, and the rippling stream dissipates
cautiously clearing memories of times so unkind
still, the loving one, the kind one reverberates
resting there, where the creek goes blind
['Where The Creek Goes Blind' by Alyx True Edge,2024]
When memories call on us, we are forced to relive the ‘times so unkind'.. life becomes a stretch of wasteland. Profound poetry
Oh yes, true, the beauty of everything around is nullified to the extent to which the memories seize capacities. thank you a lot
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I would like to translate this poem
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7/19/2025 5:07:37 AM # 1.0.0
beautiful, and with eerie deja vu undertones of a modern-day Wang Wei.
thank you a lot dear Denis Mair, you moved me into researching Wang Wei and some fabulous Chinese poetry, modern though published far away, long time ago. His poem 'A Green Stream' instantly resonated with me. Thanks!