Reminiscent

Do you remember

The river?

 

Summer waves

Rendered

Angry in liquor

 

Yet

Against the breadth

Of the bartender

I wrote

The stones

In sentences

Like tightropes

 

Words falling

Almost as awkwardly

 

As the

Accents

Of her

Backbone

 

Understand

 

Suffering

Was my anchor

 

The river

Drained

And

Disorder

Clothed my framework

 

Veins

Lanterned

Like her

Riverbed

Blonde in

Constellation

 

I am belonged

To the wind

And shaped

Of suspicion

 

Probably

Fashioned

From the

Water

 

Conditioned

In our footprint

Author's Note

Any thoughts are always appreciated!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the complete poem.
"I am belonged
To the wind
And shaped
Of suspicion"
The above lines could stand alone. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote