I am like the waters
I stream in rivulets
Down paths of stone and earth
Carved from the faces of the past
Rushing past the mountain trees
I see her
Wild raging exulting vaporizing
Her crackling tongues of flame
Tasted everything, left it to die
Brightly
She danced amongst the treetops
She dove into the loam of the woods
Leaped through the heated air so unstoppably
Danced upon my waves
And died
Leaving me with smoke as I travel to the sea
One reason I appreciate your poetry so much is that it is complex enough that I get to read it more than once, and then I sit, nod my head, and smile.
ReplyDeleteWell done, my english teacher would applaud you for strong verb usage.
you're not talking about grandma death, are you?
ReplyDeleteI like it. I agree with Raquel, it's enough to make you re-read it a couple of times. If you ever wrote a whole book in your poetry form I would be entertained for months.