a river of love washes
over me into One.
Streams of blue dreams
imagining a Wave with
cool consciousness beginning
to spill and twirl breaking
around riverbeds rocks
smooth like wet flesh.
Together flowing together.
Small pools of ideas form
collecting and catching among
bits of transparent information.
A little this or a litter of that
to create swimming colors
splashing, staining, resisting,
moving through and within
thoughts along the flow of life.
Our River of Love continues...
love the line "Bringing to light golden" -- especially as an opening.
ReplyDeletealso was struck by "a little this or a litter of that" when you read this in class. my poetry too plays with word trickery and unexpected rhyme and it's fun to read in others'. interested to see how your pieces evolve and whether or not you decide to incorporate/superimpose your text, and how.