River of Eels
“Eels” by Ginney Deavoll
time slips
through my bones
like a river of eels
taking bits of me
scavenging scraps of
abandoned identity
churned with a mass
of electrified flesh
rushing madly
in need of the sea
the cold comfort
of deeps with no
competent memory
thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
By: Paul F. Lenzi on September 7, 2016
at 11:31 pm
most welcome always!!
By: Ron DuBour on September 8, 2016
at 10:02 am