The Cloudy Grime of Infant Streams

By lupus tenebrae

Puddles carve canyons through malleable
earth, their cloudy grime feeding
into infant streams: teasels,

jutting from the murk, sway and
snap under the wind's duress, whilst
bare thickets rustle in apology

and the slate-black of a poet's lead
transcribes them in secret.

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Published on Tuesday, January 5, 2016. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Written during a particularly blustery day in December.

Comments on "The Cloudy Grime of Infant Streams"

On Wednesday, January 6, 2016, soul_versing (774) wrote:

Your ability to push forth structured literature is astounding. Thank you for the brief mind-scape. -Write on love
On Tuesday, January 5, 2016, Lab Rat (124) wrote:

Poetry. Thank you for the read.