the river below

expectorant

Sunlight streaming through a tangle of morning wet trees
strikes a corner of the decrepit leaning fence. It's just an old
fence, I thought. Maybe no one will ever notice if I take the
time to paint it, straighten it and add some pretty rocks
from the river below.

Coffee pot gurgling through the interuptions of my thoughts.
A bubble of sound to start me on my way, today it's just
an E chord echoing. Maybe no one will notice if I hum it,
change it and add some pretty words from the river below.

Tempo of time breezes quickly through the skies. A parade
of clouds combs the hours going by. It's just another day
to do necessary things. Maybe no one will notice if I take the
time to watch the colors changing on the river down below.

I remember a dream that came before dawn.
It showed me the river flooding below. Raging, swelling
and carrying away, it shames me to think that I left some
dreams still sitting
unattended on the river bank below.

chadwick

love this fence and coffee drips noise stuff

outstanding work..i had a nice visual playing inside your poem

"a parade of clouds combs the hours going by"

expectorant

thank you for the encouragement