poetry

she has written 

poetry 

about him
that runs like rivers lapping 

patiently against 
sharp edged rocks 
the repetitiveness 
smoothing out a new clean surface 
to pieces of her heart aged like old wood

sometimes the words were
submerged like icebergs,
where under the surface 
full vibrant living things were being 

hoped for and caught in their hungry mouths 

other times the verses 
all-consuming like wildfires 
let loose on dry forests 
exposing vulnerable thoughts 
to the dark 
wreaking havoc upon her  
in fear they would be caught and 

would rage 

forever 

-Les’Nspired