Autumn spilled a loathe darkness
drawn down the mountain slope from the dark night's morose sky
Sleepless eyes pacing the empty sheets,
feeling the darkness, for sleep's
beguiling lock and rusty key
Sentient words do not sleep lightly
between the ink lines' recurring echoes
amassed deep in a soul's granary
eyes wide open hearing the darkness drone all night long
Reapings of the sowed seeds,
born of a richness of love ―
of simple giving without intention
Leavings lingering like accumulated dust
segued into thought beyond gathered words
The elements of recency
ebb and flow in elegies
of what comes and goes
The butter-fly effect of silent gravity,.. ripples ;
a low rumbling prevailing tide,
more sensate than touchable,
conjured in more ways
than a chaotic compass courses
in a world that spins madly on
A heart holds forth that which flows unfettered,
inner-tidal fractals spilling down
beneath the sleeve's confluence of soul and ink
Teardrops drawn into tributaries segued into rivers
swallowed by the salty flood tide of indifference
edifying chaos into an absolving blue ink sea
Waves lapping deserted shorelines unnoticed
Stifled words never asking the unanswered questions,
swept under the rug, like loose fragments
gradually worn away from rock,
whispered word detritus of an unfinished life ―
A vagabond river distributary
meandering away life minutiae,
purging liberatory waters
unabridged 'simple givings away'
born of an ever fugitive love,
whispered words lost in a written world
dammed ― rivers © ... October 18th, 2017
