HOW WE DO, WE DO, WE DO.

I believe in the power of words read fires poetry,

and quench watery graves of oceans

with whispers from the underneath of near impossibility's ill frequented fathoms,

deep dark distant and dank,

treated to the bard's bucolic wordsoup beatitude,

served in ladle language.

Beyond the culprit cascades of daunting certitude,

rain falls in cumulus nimbus domiciles, to test the weight of wind,

soft upon her damask cheek.

Nature abhors a vacuum denied.

I chant cantos ad libbed with such fierce precision,

as to change the orbits of stars.

This is how we do, we do, we do.

Poem and image © 2016 by Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder