inner river

broken drought

 

beautiful linguistics

blossoming on wind

 

sublime are its swirls

and streaming  overtures

 

bejewelled phoneme collectives 

burst into as new crescendo

 

and im grasping at the diamonds

as they fly on high

 

symphony of roses over

smashing glass to tiny shards

 

opening a long thought  lost box

finding all i need to know for now

 

watching as my inner river

once again begins to flow.

Reviews

[writing mojo]

I love the word play and phonic soundness of this inward swaying piece...very creative