Christopher Wellbelove
poetry homeaboutrss feedemail updates

 


Alphabetical Rivers

Alphabetical rivers
Flow through pebble dashed shores
Swam upstream by a woman that would not say
Burnt by words that were taken away

Drank by a man
With a childhood in his hand
Left to drown alone
By those who didn't want to know
Paddled by all who cared
But did not know where to go

Every sentence sanity wanted to ignore
Piled high on crazy paved shores
Set high in a night without moons or stars
Burnt words calling out
As in the flames everything they stood for is plundered

The few words that escape the flames
Dance free in just one night
Ready to be drawn by a short dawn
They are freed by all the hours
That didn't lie or hide

Christopher Wellbelove
29 September 2007

 Subscribe in a reader

 



Christopher Wellbelove
next poem>