Outpourings

Outpourings

The image of a voice
how can that be ?
sound that conveys
sight or vice versa

Paradise
is a word mouthed
as is love :
lips that evolved
to enable the kiss

And the wagging tongue
loose within
the buccal cavity
fraught with danger

The weight of history
moving between
the two banks of the river 
O how they’ve changed
over time

The rise and sink of life
and she marooned there
on the margins of that place
Mudflats when the tide recedes

A river pours into
its own mouth
and disappears

John Lyons

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