Written February 2013
A torrent of words, loose verses of prose
Swim wildly to barred and stubborn floodgates,
Spilling over the banks in tragic floods
Or splashing faces with stinging frankness,
Sometimes drowning those that gush too many
Rushing fervently as a waterfall
(when impassioned eulogies do require),
And seeping sorely when hearts are broken,
Monotonous creeks run on repeat day
after day: Trickling unimportantly.
But when the shy valleys are exposed and
Zealous, mad, gurgling rivers are witnessed
We can bathe in the healing ebb and flow
Of the pen’s nib and the words that engulf.