![]() RIVERA Poem by Butch Decatoria
The impetus
Of being Always on the run Through pinwheel eyes Those standing by The mystic roadways -- (the) river Blues yet to be brushed or in blush Of evening chill's breathing To canvas like windows, dreaming felt All mindful And chockful O' Wonder Then ponder Yonder "window breaks" Past the wilderness' sleep Bone heavy wood Umber earth Past the rush of liquid Folding in itself as a soundtrack Pedestrian be Mindful the cautionary whales Ahab's yell Obsessions Fears Or Drowning in one's sleep Look wildly widely Blithely Down river Or up there beyond finger's point Sidewinder snake journeys Until sky and below it All meet The distance Now only a line Coalescing what is beyond Our ability to see Far and away Evanesce It never left And Still here We are now The spirit is fluent With the river loud Always on the run Currents like my curiosities When or why does it end Where do we go? Like most things existing Leads to the high art We forget to seek And smile Begin with a dot, a line A speck of dusk A burst of light A starry sky, pieces to mastering Raging fragility of water Rapids Folding itself in / volumes Or falling from on high A droplet cry Then lightning (crash or bloom) From heavens like electric rivers So brilliantly Festoons Where do we go There and here underfoot Over north southern sleep To oceans twilight deep Go wrapped or mapless Or no Up yonder There up Everywhere / All without fear My heart like the river yearns To go toward the sun Aflow the beating drum Always on the run... And Still Yet Here. © 2014 Butch DecatoriaReviews
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3 Reviews Added on October 3, 2013 Last Updated on July 2, 2014 Author![]() Butch DecatoriaLas Vegas, NVAbout"I cannot wait to see tomorrow, but I will live like--I just couldn't wait!" --yours truly "In The Church of (My) Life, Love is Worship" -- yours truly Lets101 Quizzes - Fun quizzes for blog .. more..Writing
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