River, Tide, Run...
Arched curled body washes ashore.
Lost my head in lover’s bed or seashore.
Take care of that head:
Rub it
Right it
Swell it.
Howling and swimming
the aquatic plane
moving hands
kicking feet, yet
no metamorphosis.
Girl you’re crazy as hell, his
mistress instead of his farewell
and miles and miles of non-
direction and miss-steps.
River, tide, runs, breaking
up on shore.
Strong-arms beat
down door,
pots and pans winged….
all went quiet,
voices muffle
on the floor
breathing
swooning
cradled
In his
arms...
like
wave
on
wave
drowning
in
Milky
Waves.
By
Almedia Knight-Oliver
Oct,17,2011
A warm thanks to my,13 years old, grand daughter Ilana Sabio, poet/writer/artist for permitting me to use the title of one of her poems: “Run, Tide, Run” This poem flowed from a stream of consciousness.
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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