Kissing the river is a blessing.
The river knows our dreams
root in chloroform,
and that only fools
never
say
die
A piano spell rings
The river has no rings bejeweled
Kissing the river is the only sacrament
that requires full lung capacity,
and a taste for dreamtime.
A piano spell rings
I’d tell you more,
but inside,
the dogs are
going crazy.
Comments
Absolutely loved the "root in chloroform" line...
Hi Fink555,
I found this piece to be really refreshing. I'm guilty of having composed a fair amount of flowery, trite crap myself in the past and I really liked how you avoided this with that seemingly personal, unique touch evident in the persona. In that vein, I'd re-work the "only fools never say die" section as it seemed to detract from that a little. Was fond of the ending as well. The whole thing just has this character to it that I find quite alluring. Thanks for the read, and I'll definitely keep an eye out on the stream for your future poetry.
Nicholas.
Thannkkk you
Nicholas