Sun shines through the river's blue

You, 
You speak in riddles when you speak in past tense, 
you walk parables and minstrels songs, 
as you wait, 
for the gardener at the gate. 

Sun shines through 
the river's blue, 
make boundless, flagrant hues, 
*you never knew.* 

The night is anything but slumber- 
Rain is anything but rain- 

The swelling of forces that are powerful and excessive, 
All is bent on living, 
all is fulfilled in  that living alone, 
reconciled in death.(perhaps).

Reviews

[Tricia Pattinson]

This lifts the mind's eye when reading. Its a vibration you create like a poet musician... An interesting and subtle work! Well done!

[John Anderson]

Beautifully written. I enjoyed this very much.

[Patrick]

love the imagery. I love the whole piece my friend. Bravo to you!

[Vito]

This is the kind of poetry that reflects a writer's art and craft. One can tell it took skill to make this so special.