Aquatic

Aquatic

5 September 2016

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September

Month of the nine trees

Grows branches

Into skies

The Angels now hear the cries

The deafening tides

 

Tree trunks float

On rivers of hope

The mind copes

In sawing

The thoughts that pervade clawing

The glimmering leaves

 

Bark and leaf

Two to a third birth

We pluck them

From the hearth

They grow in wasteland marshes

The city harsh is

 

Countryside

Landscapes of the fall

Beckon slow

To soul’s call

Finest grass for the reaper

Green is the new black

 

Oxygen

Failing my two lungs

They gather

Communion

Of pairs they will be but one

Fate of the changeling

 

Uprising

In waves of morrow

Destiny

Aquatic

They move underground frantic

The stone is their tomb

 

Reading of the poem: 

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