Dog Days of River Dancing

Dog Days of River Dancing


Sirius rages across the city,
in a sultry atmosphere of heat.
My friends that bought by the river
have grown appealing & today
I mark a cool descent down the riverbank
where the wet roots overhang into the water.
I slide down the cold branches & I can see
the waves of stagnant heat above,
but not with me & not on me,
only the cool mud & the river dance
that I carry inside.
I overthrow inhibitions & squeeze my toes
into the ooze between the rocks.
I step from stone to stone
to the beat of the water wind.
Tadpoles enter my dance floor as contestants.
Small fish leap to the top of their sky.
I release the clinging hot boundaries
of the sun above me.
A blue green aqua band beats
away the shore.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

I think you must be that fabled hunter poet, always armed, always on the lookout. With simple turns of phrase you turn simple moments into pauses that refresh. Congratulations...

[Ken Simm.]

This could be anywhere in history. It could be equally the Nile or the Seine. That is its strength. It speaks to all.

[Greg the Bard]

The images are very strong with thre demention. I love the way you enter woven the care free times we all have thought oof in our childhood. I still see run on sentences as a major part of this work. Please understand that there is nothing wrong your style it is just a pet peeve of mine. The flow is wonderful but the way I read the work is old fashion which breaks the speed for me. But Lord bless you, you have captured the magic of the human experance. I really like this very much.

[New]

Very nice, vivid imagery here.
While reading it, I felt like I was the narrator!
Well done =-)
Thanks for sharing!