A river’s impudence
these thoughts of mine,
embracing ominous estuaries.
Ink coursing
toward idea’s delta.
A river of words
straining to reach that white sea
of fool scrap
beneath my hand.
My words flat swirls
in a mystical river of ink.
Scribing my view of beauty and pain,
a need I don’t quite
comprehend.
Words ebony as the raven
stain the page.
As this poet’s heart
pours out in blue black torrents.
In an effort to relieve
my soul of its burden,
and so flows
this river of ink.
