Sine Qua Non

Prose poetry

The word of God speaks through the river mouth, past the bend where the
fork streams. Aquatic berceuse bubble from the surface in soothing melody.
Lapsarian truths, long forgotten by language, linger in the crooning current.
Mankind so far removed from a paradise lost, unable to discern or decipher the
brook’s babel; sublime intimations veiled through churning murmurs. To hear the
word of God and receive the homily, you must wade in past the footholds. And be
stripped in whispers.

Reviews

[Inda]

I really like the imagery and how you incorporated the idea of sounds with the tower of babel and i also like that while it is a piece about God it doesn't impose itself on the reader. great job!

[tim.reed]

Thanks! Great feedback!

[tim.reed]

Can I get some feedback on my poems? I'd be happy to reciprocate!