With Graceful Sweep

By Clinton Van Inman

The river curves with graceful sweep.

Along its banks the willows weep.

Their slender boughs are bending low

To kiss the sun’s reflection far below

And yield their mystery to the stream

That carries away its boundless dream.

Perhaps the pulse or lasting splendor

Will express some secret or oft desire

Beyond all rule and mindless measure

My words too will press even higher.

Without poetry our world will perish

Leaving not a plank or rack behind

To show one royal act to cherish

Some idea that history is not blind.


I am a high school teacher in Hillsborough County, Florida.  I am 65 and a graduate of San Diego State University. I was born in Walton on Thames, England.  Recent publications include The Warwick Journal, Poetry Magazine, One of Four, Down in the Dirt, May, June, July, The Inquistion, The Journal, The New Writing, The Hudson Review, Essence, Forge, Houston Literary Review, Greensilk Journal, BlackCatPoems, Munyari.com, and the forthcoming issue of Grasslimb in August. Hopefully, these will be published in a future book called, “Caliban.”

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