Arched curled body washes ashore. <br />Lost my head in lover’s bed or seashore. <br />Take care of that head: <br /> Rub it <br /> Right it <br /> Swell it. <br />Howling and swimming <br />the aquatic plane <br />moving hands <br />kicking feet, yet <br />no metamorphosis. <br />Girl you’re crazy as hell, his <br />mistress instead of his farewell <br />and miles and miles of non- <br />direction and miss-steps. <br />River, tide, runs, breaking <br />up on shore. <br />Strong-arms beat <br />down door, <br />pots and pans winged…. <br />all went quiet, <br />voices muffle <br />on the floor <br /> breathing <br /> swooning <br /> cradled <br /> In his <br /> arms... <br /> like <br /> wave <br /> on <br /> wave <br /> drowning <br /> in <br /> Milky <br /> Waves. <br /> <br /> By <br /> <br />Almedia Knight-Oliver <br />Oct,17,2011 <br />A warm thanks to my,13 years old, grand daughter Ilana Sabio, poet/writer/artist for permitting me to use the title of one of her poems: “Run, Tide, Run” This poem flowed from a stream of consciousness.<br /><br />Almedia Knight Oliver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/river-tide-run-2/
