Ganges Satori / Oarsman

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Bruce celebrates the of Ganges, in Benares (Varanasi), in his two here. In the first poem, he is speechless by the magnificence of the river as . In the second poem, an oarsman reveals the many mysteries. While temples rise and fall, Ganges flows on.

There is so much beauty here

My eyes cannot absorb

Nor describe

The Ganges at Benares

Mother calling to her sidlings

Chiding

Come along now

Get in step with .

©Bruce Dodson

 

Oarsman

Creaking oarlocks take us out

Into the pale fog mist

This holy river

Ganges

Ancient oarsman rowing

Slowly . . . without effort

Drifting with the current

Muddy vein of life

Unending

Mother of the

 

Great cities come and go along her shore

He tells me

Mighty temples rise up over centuries

Adoring

Then fall to earth 

Forsaken by him

As this

Passes by

Forever.

©Bruce Dodson

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Bruce Louis Dodson is an American expat living in Borlänge, Sweden, where he writes fiction and poetry. Some of his most recent work has appeared in: Foreign & Far Away – Writers Abroad Anthology, Sleeping Cat Books – Trip of a Lifetime Anthology, Northern Liberties Review, Pirene’s Fountain, Tic Toc, and Storm Cycle Anthologies – Kind of a Hurricane Press, Vine Leaves, and Cordite Poetry Review.