each tiny riverbreath swells
somewhat tepid answers – being
small disqualifies pretence
of grandeur – answers that
cling to sense of smell, a
remembrance shaken – nay shocked –
off its incipience; the quell
of this riversense with tepid
answers will soothe no priest
nor arbiter of command, nor
collector of largesse, nor seeker
of larger truths that thrusts
thrushvoice with godtrust, loudspeak.
I like this one especially. The words themselves hold a great tactility here.
Thanks 🙂
Huzaifa, Thank you for sharing your many wonderful poems throughout the year. They always make me stop and ponder. My best wishes for 2016, Melissa
Thank you Melissa. All the best for 2016 as I await your posts.