Rocky Bayou

Wood in knots
Would it not?
Words
I’m tired of wasting

By the bayou
Bored and bumbling
Saline waft
I’m tasting

Foot steps heavy
In the mud
Down the shoreline
Trudging

For in judgment
I’ve been walking
Where to?
There’s
No judging

3 thoughts on “Rocky Bayou”

Beautifully rhythmic. Your words run together like a bubbling, babbling brook.

I like the way this rolls off my tongue!

Rhythmic and Rhyming! 🔮

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3 thoughts on “Rocky Bayou”