down the road
flowed a river
a healthy one
that thrived with life
and echoed beams of sun
onto its banks
when it rained
the river would rise
to the surface
to say hello and
to remind her
that it was still there
she sought adventure
and found what she
was longing for
in the sounds
of traveling water
in the colors
of shining rocks
in the soft touch
of ripples
meeting fingertips
and there were times
in the winter
when few would visit
but she promised every day
that she would return
now it is summer
and rain is rare
when it's humid outside
she lays on the grassy floors
hoping for just a few drops
to bless her little cheeks
but waters are ever moving
they can slow down and relax
in mellow rippling waves
or they can race
down steep mountains
of jagged rock
seeming never to cease.
and like a river does
it flowed somewhere else
she only hopes that
maybe it still says hello
when it has rained
and that maybe its rocks
are still shining
and that maybe its ripples
are still being admired
YOU ARE READING
Poetry from the Abyss
PoetryThis is just a compilation of all the poetry that I've written throughout the course of a few years. Feel free to read it, or don't. It's up to you.
