Tributary Poems - Poems about Tributary

... Written: April 21, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ...you appeared as a cherub In bejeweled emerald sky, tangled atop topaz pearl tributary in a sweeping sha......Read the rest...

...I am the traveller with stones in my coat Made opaque by staying nameless Though dark I am not darkness Swallowing the edges of days, overtaking I rinse my dirty fingers in a painted lake Runn......Read the rest...

... In the shadows of my half-waked condition of terra firma- patronus renditioned, I mudder into your soil, snorkel into your swamp of inlet tributary, a flagellum personae , prosopopoeia explorae ......Read the rest...

... From the deepest reservoirs of the heart, There resides the source of our soul's river. From the beginning, from the very start, There is the issuing out of a river flow, Without this, we wou......Read the rest...

...We love when we have the chance…to experience something earthshaking… like sitting beside a waterfall…listening to the music she is making. Each waterfall is made up of endless individual streams......Read the rest...

...Hot, is October It is early, but the petrol station is open and since it is already hot, I buy two big bottles of cold water. The heat, this morning is ominous holds no promise of summer and f......Read the rest...

... Twig twists intersect then spread victory Receptors sprout cat waving paws Fold fruit bowl foliage, branch tributary Lump eye timber columns support ......Read the rest...

...Time's flowing tributary; the future changes the past. Our burial cortege concludes its course at the graveyard. Falling leaves collapse, crafting new fates; feel the weight of dust. S......Read the rest...

...In flood the creek is still a walk over. A limp washing of the land, a hesitant flow, never meant to be a tributary, or delta of anything at all. The opaque water slides through low, t......Read the rest...

...Fog slow-dances over the inlet until water and air waltz together. My ears are muffled in the dawn mizzle. Grebes and Coots colonize this tributary, gulls just visit, as I do. A person cou......Read the rest...

...In flood the stream is still a walk over. A limp washing of the land, a hesitant flow, never meant to be a tributary, or delta of anything much at all. Here and there, the no name trickle tur......Read the rest...

...the fence is now made of rust the patio now has a see through floor the grass is now a mirror for the aging sun the trees are now all skeletons in the unfortunate name of abandonment the clothe......Read the rest...

..."You drown not by falling in a river, but by staying submerged in it.” A gentle mist billows above the man-made pond that spawns a rippling sorrel-dusky brook that ebbs and widens as it beco......Read the rest...

...The Shopping Cart Upon my veritable throne I survey subjects of sundry colors, cans and jars, packets and bags arrayed in reverent order before me. I am appointed, by natural virtue ca......Read the rest...

...it was the day of her birth when she stood at the Styx naked but with all bags packed with immanent sadness and joy too young for being ambiguous she let out a scream and let down a reflex for ......Read the rest...