Suivre Le Fleuve

The emergency room
in my dream hospital
is well stocked
with state of the art
pharmaceuticals
and strange alien devices
that light up
with the slightest touch
From a distance
“Suivre le fleuve …”
in the gentlest of voices

So never a frown
or need to panic
walking down corridors
lined with neon cubicles
overflowing with
forgotten memories
and unfinished
dream sequences
to the great banquet halls
of my ancestors
full of antiquities
with priceless treasures
hidden away
in endless cupboards
all moving
in concentric circles
across graphic storyboards
connecting the past
with the future
through beckoning doors
to mystery elevators
with the promising allure
of long lost lovers
The one thing I can trust
of which I am sure
is that Jesus Christ
my Lord and Saviour
he’s always there
watching over me
watching over it all
patiently waiting
for me to discover
that love is the key 🗝️
as I quietly snore 😎💤

“Suivre le fleuve
et tu auras à la merà.”

Words & Images;
~ by David B. Redpath © 2023

40 thoughts on “Suivre Le Fleuve”

    1. Fair sailing from here, thanks Timothy ⛵
      I was inspired by a line of Bob Dylan’s …

      “Well, I’ve been to London,
      and I’ve been to gay Paree.
      I’ve followed the river
      and I got to the sea.
      I’ve been down on the bottom
      of a world full of lies.
      I ain’t looking for nothing
      in anyone’s eyes.
      Sometimes my burden
      seems more than I can bear.
      It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there.”

      … Perhaps Bob should lighten up 🤔🕶️

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  2. unusually short post for you, David and that strange graphic; what strange rabbit hole are you down now— though it ends in a good place; my schoolboy french is a little shaky: something about following the river — down to a golden sea?

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    1. I guess the gold is the eye of the
      beholder, John 🤔🕶️
      Hopefully it’s … “Follow the river
      and you’ll get to the sea”. But then,
      french was never my strong suit.
      The poem was my attempt to
      encapsulate a dream sequence into
      words. Always a foolish endeavour 😎

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  3. Drowning in Deep River Blues
    I let out a desperate ‘how-de-do?’
    While BB King goes pentatonic
    About how the water is growing toxic
    I don’t know what we’ll find in the ocean
    But surely it can only get better?

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    1. Swimming in micro plastic
      The remnants of life
      On Planet Earth
      Tuned in to the only radio station
      Playing that crazy aquatic music
      Await with baited breath
      On a scale that’s diatonic
      To be riding with the King
      From a Mississippi fish shop
      To a never ending kingdom
      Where the music never stops
      And trouble just can’t be found
      Since love came to town

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    1. Greatly appreciated, Liz.
      Glad to be a comforting influence.
      Walt Whitman just handed me the
      best justification for any previously
      perturbing writings I may have written;

      “Do I contradict myself? Very well then
      I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.)”

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    1. As a self-diagnosed Patient Zero
      in a chaotic world in need of a hero,
      I’m hoping for an antiviral that’s
      supernatural. An antibiotic with the lot.
      Well, that’s the plan, before the planet
      gets too hot, and things get out of hand,
      Thanks for reading, Jan 🙏😎

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    1. According to the label, this was
      strictly a soporific placebo, to be
      administered only in a poetic dream
      emergency. Otherwise that would be
      a case of self medication 😵‍💫🕶️
      Thanks for adhering to the
      proscribed dosage, Cindy 😎🙏

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