Voices In August

Break out the river’s bones

Children,

Swimming down in streets

Leaves

Cracking under wicked wind

 

All has turned

 

The catfish scales are over

Lungs scorched 

Bottom dregs 

Filled

 

Oxygen moves

Over moon to trees

Equinoxes

 

Lovers that come on the quarter

 

No fever is the question anymore

Everyone and

Thing

Starts again

 

Break out the river’s coat

Autumn

Shivers into stone spilled piers

 

Leaves crackling in sad aftermath

Summer the memory

Happening

 

Life is dying

New

Retrospect

Quarried

 

All sentences

Same 

Bleed away

Reviews

[mariliis]

It always makes me happy when one succeeds at making a melody out of words. You just did that. Cheers.

[charlie]

Yeah, keep working on this - it's sounding great already, P.

[Perdition]

A thousand Thanks Charlie...I think I may have to let this one lie as is..imagine the horror. Always a pleasure!!

[charlie]

Yes, the horror!