Collecting June - Writers Forum

Jp · 10-26-2004, 08:14 PM

Collecting June

Eventually everything flows into one,
channeled from tentacles collecting June.

Salmon rotting, and filtering through
the forests thats awaiting their dew.
Earth that once held a generals men,
forted from enemy and cradled with kin.

The river starts on the hills from where,
It erodes the gold veins they've drilled.

Running through forests of new,
wiping and washing the dust
to prospectors singing a tune.
It's gold bearing they trust!

A river Continually flows, and falls on rocks
formed from the minerals of canyon walls.

The eternal rocks are the basement of time,
and on underside of time - There's words.

Words from friend and foe...

Some of those words are from people - I know
people that are as reliable as the stones.

While still others wind like the river...

Just stones that rest in the water.
Just words from people not different you.
Just water spraying and splashing
to a proverbial horizon.

**Penelope** · 10-26-2004, 10:19 PM

That is one of the most intriguing titles I've read in quite some time. It just begs to be opened up. I don't see much connection between the poem and the title but somehow it doesn't matter.

Jp · 10-28-2004, 03:33 AM

Penelope,

It's snow that melted into a river that flowed out to a proverbial horizon.

This poem compares the earth to mans words. I decided the best way to do that was through a journey of sorts. This journey starts of as snow melting in early June in the rocky mountains. Then follows a river to the, "sea."

As the snow on the mountain melts its, 'channeled' from little tentacles that are eroded by the water. The next part of the poem is when the channels have formed a river. The river flow to where Salmon made it to the year before, and are rotting into the land. Then the dead salmon percolate in. Now the river has made it to where mans battles had took place. I take you back to where the river starts, but this time its during the good rush. Hence the Forest of new line (or different)

Finally I bring up how a river is timeless, it always flows. I mention where it flows in a much more simplified way, "falls on rocks formed from the minerals of canyon walls." once again I mention how and what it falls on is eternal.

I use all of that to compare to the word of my friends and my enemies.

The end is the river flowing out to a proverbial horizon.

**Penelope** · 10-28-2004, 09:26 AM

ah - so the snow is called June? Or June is when the mountain snow melts and cascades back down to the sea to begin the cycle again. It's a wonderful title and while I didn't make the connection it certainly was worth reading.

Jp · 10-28-2004, 09:30 AM

June is when the mountain snow melts.