Frume
the river ever rides it's road
does it know from whence it flowed?
where does it end, the sea or the cloud?
from wave's crash to thunderclap loud
can you ever behold it, or know it in full
or only see a small portion of the whole
does not it's name imply a restive rumbling
flowing, cascading from mouth, tumbling
to shore, to hips and waist, to swell, stumbling
to bend, winding, lazily meandering, mumbling
fumbling; the fount of all truth
fleeting, floundering, like youth
inevitable, inexorable as age
rapid, roaring, rolling as rage
still waters belie the grave
© inkcloud
does it know from whence it flowed?
where does it end, the sea or the cloud?
from wave's crash to thunderclap loud
can you ever behold it, or know it in full
or only see a small portion of the whole
does not it's name imply a restive rumbling
flowing, cascading from mouth, tumbling
to shore, to hips and waist, to swell, stumbling
to bend, winding, lazily meandering, mumbling
fumbling; the fount of all truth
fleeting, floundering, like youth
inevitable, inexorable as age
rapid, roaring, rolling as rage
still waters belie the grave
© inkcloud