The river is beautiful. She's an awesome work of God that flows through His handmade ground. She's endlessly searching for an outlet, a way to release some of the pressure causing her to foam and churn.+
The river is rather small, not too wide. She's no Mississippi, not even like the St. Johns. I can throw a football across the river. I've no arm like Eli*, but I have an arm and I know how to use it.
The river is rather small, not too wide. She's no Mississippi, not even like the St. Johns. I can throw a football across the river. I've no arm like Eli*, but I have an arm and I know how to use it.
Use it throw a football across the river, to throw a
fishing line out by her banks,
to throw a life into her depths - lost,
gone forever...
I read something once, a blog that had a simple line
that read thus:
"A place of home yet also a place of fear.*"
That's what my river is like. I feel so calm,
so happy, so much at home whenever I'm around her.
But there are times when she turns a Janus head and
you see a different facade, one that is anything but welcoming,
anything but peaceful, a face that fills you with fear.
It was a bright, humid day – the blue sky raining
sunshine down upon us mere mortals. My friends and I decided to
float down the river; grab our swimsuits, grab some tubes, fill a
cooler full of beer, and head down to the landing.
We put in at Johnny Boy's, covered in sun tan lotion
and laughing loudly as the first few sips of Bud Light started to hit
us. It was going to be a perfect girls' day out, just the three of us...
Or so we thought.
Wow. I have to start by saying that I am extremely intrigued as to where your story is going next. The last line of your post is a very simple statement but also a very powerful one.
ReplyDeleteI liked that you broke up your blog post with your image of the river because the placing of the image separates the changing of the text of your blog post. You started the post by talking in general about the river and how it makes you feel. Then right after the image, the text gets much more specific and personal. The first section of the post is almost like a prologue leading up the main story. I also was interested as to the reason why the format differs between the first section and the second section. The first section features spacing between the many stanzas while the second section is grouped together as one. In regards to the font of your text, I felt like it was spot on and reflected the tone of the text it was representing. The blog post title’s text seems flow-y like the river while the actual text of the post is in a basic font. I like that it is in a basic font because the text is so powerful in itself that a fancy font is not needed to distract from the text. The one critique I have of the blog is that it is hard to read the text that is featured with the image that is your background. I can glance back and forth between the two sides of the blog to read what the main poem says but it is hard to make out what the other surrounding text is saying. Overall I really enjoyed your post both aesthetically and textually and I am very much looking forward to finding out what happens next at the river!