it started a whispering trickle

faintest rustle of a wind-tossed

death fraught crispy leaf

blowing loose a notion


crunchy gusted start


her words dripped

bloodied tears

upon pages

ripped stillborn

from dynamic life


under chinooks’ tutelage

words breathed

reconstituted essence

burning meaning

scorched upon each leaf


the stream gathered speed

enlivened by whirling gales

fed by tributaries

unleashed fomentation

tongues of flames

crept from cautious banks

leapt amidst swirling verbiage

the fiery monologue

tangoed with cyclones

incinerating convention

surged up waterfalls


word river now raging

torrent irreversibly unleashed

tumultuous fire-water cocktail

the landscape is revived

8 thoughts on “Phlegethon

      1. It’s your feelings expressed in a intense way. You are amazing yo! Keep writing and don’t ever stop…. well not unless you ever loose your hands…. but that’s not the point. Just keep on putting those feelings into everything you do…. I’m just saying. Or you can just not listen to this old fool.

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