in the midst of parched,
dry creek bed,
i check my head—-
sudden rush,
all fills, must
start a war
or
love to death,
blast—-breath,
life, all we bless
a total mess,
mud and frowns
come—-moaned sounds
flush the best
and worst of man,
hardly a plan—
more like
a flash
flood.
Eric M. Vogt, Copyright 2013

Eric M. Vogt
Copyright 2013















Susan L Daniels
/ March 16, 2013Hmmm. Now that’s the kind of flood I like.
Eric
/ March 16, 2013Thanks, Susan!
kvennarad
/ March 16, 2013Oh kaaayyyy….
Eric
/ March 16, 2013i know. i am having way too much fun over here…
soumyav
/ March 16, 2013The flashfloods are normal here where we stay in the valleys ! But your thoughts generated like this were a wondrous wonder
Eric
/ March 16, 2013rawencounterswithestella
/ March 16, 2013Beautiful image & beautiful poem, Eric!
Eric
/ March 16, 2013Thanks, Estella—-