JBI
04-27-2008, 11:55 PM
Feedback appreciated:
Come through rivers,
Rivers rushing,
Passed the watchers,
Watched, blushing
Can you hear the tears,
Pouring down from the roof tops
Amidst the wilderness
Of sewers and cinder blocks?
April, another month has stumbled,
And, fated to memory, crumbled.
The crashing song the waves make,
Beating against the docks,
Breaking against the stocks,
Smothered against jagged rocks,
A prayer, for the New Spring’s take.
By Jonathan Ben-Israel
Come through rivers,
Rivers rushing,
Passed the watchers,
Watched, blushing
Can you hear the tears,
Pouring down from the roof tops
Amidst the wilderness
Of sewers and cinder blocks?
April, another month has stumbled,
And, fated to memory, crumbled.
The crashing song the waves make,
Beating against the docks,
Breaking against the stocks,
Smothered against jagged rocks,
A prayer, for the New Spring’s take.
By Jonathan Ben-Israel