Welcome to River Michael's Poetry Blog

River Michaels was inspired to write and publish her poetry after the death of her mother in September 2001. River’s first book is titled, "A River of Rain - Book of Poetry," published in the summer of 2008. A River of Rain is a heartfelt, emotional journey in search of hope and resolution to deal with the grief of losing her mother.

In the summer of 2009, River followed up with her next book, "A River of Peace - Book of Poetry." A River of Peace takes the reader through the journey of a bittersweet ending to a long-term relationship, with a hopeful longing to find true love in the end.

Currently, River is writing her third poetry book titled, “A River of Hope – Book of Poetry,” coming in the Autumn of 2012. A River of Hope promises to deliver the joys of finding true love and acknowledges that true love does exist.

There is nothing more powerful than the power of love. Light will always come after the dark. River’s poetry books are an ongoing series of seven poetry books that are written in parallel with her life.

“You can never be more than you were born to be…” – Melissa Etheridge


Please feel free to browse the blog to learn more about River Michaels, read her latest poems before they publish, read excerpts from inspired readers, and information on how to purchase copies from the publisher, Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble.com, or to order via PayPal to receive personalized autographed copies from the author.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Leaving Traces...


Looking back on life and the choices I’ve made,
There were so many roles that I’ve played…
What seemed so important at the time,
Was nothing more than part of the rhyme…

There are no points for playing by the rules,
There are too many willing to make you the fool…
When there’s nothing to do and you have no control,
Let’s see who plays and whose hand will fold…

What I am leaving behind are mere memories,
Of people that I've loved and who are loving me…
There are no answers on the written page,
Only wisdom and patience as we age…

Some will fight to live another day,
And some will choose death when they pray…
There is no bell to ring at the end of your life,
Just the measure of grace in your pain and strife…

Will there be someone in the mirror when you drive away?
Or a lonesome road that fades to grey…
When you are looking back on all of the faces,
Know that each living day you are Leaving Traces…

River Michaels
March 27, 2011

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