Prose
Soliloquy of a Riverfall
Soliloquy: my soulful sentiments surrendered to sediment surfaced again during a recent dream: A dream, narrating the past, stared me in the face, daring me to dive deeper, collecting the buried gems of his lapis lazuli, his eyes, and a Bostonian offset accent that once accentuated my being into believing is seeing. Instead, it all sank, a slam dunked trunk, treasures sinking in a river. Riverfall, the falling water, a place where adventure, stolen kisses, and laughter drowned with such power, much like its real place of origin- Fall River, his hometown.
By Marilyn Glover7 months ago in Poets
When Horror Came to Speak
He came with tales like coiling smoke, With fingers long as funeral notes. His eyes, two bottomless pits of dread, Where lost men fall and never tread. He sat by me — not near, but in, The horror of him not on his skin — But in his breath, in every sound, That reached my soul and spun it 'round.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Poets
