loudness runs with potent water

loudness runs with potent water
a disturbance in reverence
rivers rise and fall
it is all a matter of being here

stranded just beyond midnight calling
I once stood knee deep in water
moulding images to the sound
of all that is alive

touched by the time of here
gasping for yet more air
driven like a bus to school
I break all assumption

I am the we to go to stop
a riveting roar in small brass bells
a sky pealing with laughter
I am the I in you too

Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2018-03-09 at 23:20

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I love the passion and the water in this poem: rivers rising and falling, standing knee deep in water ... metaphors that come alive. It's an exciting read.