The River Dances

I wash the earth with my tears

when the thunder cuts through my

nervous system with it's madness.

For milking my soul is the flagelating beast

that strives to consume my matter

with his viscious teeth chomping down

on my bones that creak in the outpost of

shadows.

The river dances with my heart that bounces

against the hungry rocks,

but my heart aborbs the shockwaves

when the alarm goes off inside my head.

Whispering is the moon who calls out  

to the bleeding sword that tremors at the

sound of the ferocious lion;

yet, feeble is the gimcrack that waddles

through the driven flames.

Author's Note

What do you think of the prose?

Reviews

[Evelyn]

This is amazing.

[Robin]

classically expressed emotion through an expansive vocabulary . detailed images and sounds . great writing.

[Alicante lullaby]

the imagery is fierce and fiery..

[luciddreamer]

This is very vivid in its imagery...I felt a pull with this write....fantastic job :)

Peace
Robin

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Something very spiritual bout this piece, a sense of forgiving oneself in order to find peace within the heart.

[serpent]

the piece is a new language of poetry in itself... outstanding imagery and breathtaking first stanza...infact i will take the liberty of saying that the first stanza indeed sets the tone for an anomalous piece...
outstanding write!

[Tony]

Your use of enjambment adds alot of depth to the river imagery.
Very beautiful-- the poetry language is breathtaking!