A rocky stream never goes to bed,
flows like a blackout curtain
spilling me past the shallows
where I cling and gasp,
stranded on a sandbar
amongst a murky pool.
Blind to the bottom,
I undergo the river’s flow
yearning for an open mouth.
© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved
De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo is hosting d’Verse’s Monday Night Quadrille. Tonight’s theme is stream. Join us in crafting a 44 word poem on the subject.
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