Hold me when it rains
by Matthew Zangen
The lustful river rambles drunkenly,
howling down the sloping sky,
jealous of every listless stone.
Trees like weighty remembrancers
hold sway in earth deeper than flood,
drinking in the suckling mud,
thankful for the company.
Posted on 12/11/2018
Copyright © 2022 Matthew Zangen
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Rob Littler on 12/22/18 at 09:13 AM|
torrentially speaking, a good flood yielding good mud is both visually and lyrically appealing, and the trees, like bonsai but on stamp on that postcard, weighty as if the image was real too, and the stone, the listless stone... waiting to be influenced... I guess jealousy can motivate if longing for the time when a belief in nothing was better than the lost belief in something... I don't know maybe it's just me but I am kind of pessimistically inclined