river flows in me

my prose,
of fiction and nonfiction;
your poetry,
of friction and nonfriction:
verbal and nonverbal
conversations,
proverbially splattering on the rocks,
whose diction and contradictions
foam at the mouth
of the selfsame sea.

my tragedy revealed,
so flagrant;
your comedy concealed,
so fragrant!
passionate and compassionate
confrontations,
profound and then confounding,
dispassionately logged
in the epilogue
of the selfsame catalogue.

your pertinence,
so constructive;
my impertinence,
so constrictive!
urgent and emergent
convocations
that bleed cascading images,
whose guises and disguises
enthuse perceptive minds
with the selfsame prosody.

for river flows in me,
lately and latently,
and my voice flows earthy
from the river’s head;
and river drowns in me
to live vicariously,
as our rhymes flow
from the selfsame riverbed.

© Copyright 2019 May 01
by Clyve A. Bowen♫