Poetry

Here is my latest effort in free form.

Streaming

I don’t know what to say,
words fail to recognize me,
sludge filled mind allows no air
of inspiration—
a pollution filled river choking
the fish swimming upstream
a waterfall splashing,
washes thoughts
against the rocks
poetic endeavors
in revelatory torrents

splash,
bubble,
surface,
breathe.
Think.

The birth of creation
suffers the scars of indecision,
finds nourishment in hope,
laments logical prose,
dreams in Technicolor—the nightmares most vivid inspire fervid fear of daylight illuminating fate’s
fatal fault lines, which shake loose the foundations of logic’s many leveled houses—

believes in beauty,
promises perfection—a lie—
achieves magnificence, lives with it,
Stresses the word “live,”
And floats downstream on a raft of content,
riding atop the impure turbulence
to soak its countenance in warm breezes of thought,
water splashing its bubblegum toes.

------------copyright of James Yeager------------