Short Alluvial Poems
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The world’s applause
After climbing the highest peak,
The world’s applause;
It is victory’s cause, because
The eagle knows of which I speak,
Love grants an alluvial creek;
The world’s applause
Loving Eve
C Caressing the cusp of her calamitous clouds
A Atoning all angst of my alluvial angel
R Retrieving resolve for roaring rainbow’s recall
E Enlightening Eve’s essence for eternal embrace
07th August 2018
Clouds withhold
tears
of Heaven’s
delivery
Thunder
marks a timeline
of new
discovery
Lightning
the force
that rebrands
our arrival
Flooding
our existence
in memory
— alluvial
(Dreamsleep: November, 2025)
The Tigris and Euphrates,
they flow like time,
murmuring and sighing
and running their individual courses,
cradling Mesopotamia,
their land,
in life,
and flooding the plain in alluvial soil,
for cities to put down deep roots,
the wonder of humanity.
Alluvial prayers cast in gold
Reverence capitalized
Christianity besieged
His excellency pardons
Begging paupers of virtue
Indulgence contaminates
Seeks marble idols at church
Heaps insincerity
Onto faith and religion
Purchases circle of sins
06th February 2020
I mused, foolhardy. I messed around
With sentiment attached to place.
Now soul makes off with my faculties!
Essence parts with my name and face!
Down the otway's surge of tranquil-sipped
Memories, fern-chilled; into the bay
Apollo, as alluvial gold
Which flow. Whence comes then my dismay?
RIVER LINE
Dream of rigid stubborn mountain melts in cheerful fountain.
Free Fall broke in brook and shook pebbles making way in stream.
River line flows zig-zag with little brittle ripples dancing.
River runs nurturing flora-fauna, habitats, strands,
enriching soil of banks with alluvial deposits.
The hawk lay upon the lazy late afternoon
air currents;
Floating, circling, spiraling, ever downward.
Its wings spread wide, white feather-tips splayed.
It teetered on the updraft
above the terraced alluvial plains
in the lea of the Himalayas.
Landing with a compression of desire
upon the crumbling limestone outcropping,
It stood preening.
Waiting,
For the next breeze.
Crypto beasts once roamed the earth
with all the other regular monsters.
Early man was still a fish-like slug,
which was a good thing,
because the fish-like slug was itself,
only slowly evolving.
Thus, all unknowing,
potential humanity
slithered around its thick alluvial ponds,
blissfully unaware
that for a few more million years,
Mother Nature
would still be running around
with Her hair on fire.
Tigris, Idigna, Idiqual,
watering parched desert lands
of Mesopotamia.
Swift it flows on the East
toward the sea, from
the once fertile Garden of Eden.
Arterial blood of arid lands,
of transportation,
of trade and commerce.
In spring, mountain snowmelt
tumbles and rushes downward,
flooding alluvial plains for farming,
sharing its life-giving waters
from time immemorial to villages,
towns, and great cities.