River Wedding Poem by Sonny Rainshine

River Wedding



The wedding bouquet,
gardenias and baby’s breath,
swirl in the eddy
as though looking for
an escape.

Up river,
a boutonniere of
coral rosebuds
catches the rapids
and is pummeled forward.

Colliding with the
vortex, it too
merges with the whiligig,
a churning water-garden.

Back upriver,
a man in a tuxedo drinks whisky straight;
a woman takes shears to her gown.
Love is liquid.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Erickson 26 April 2006

Dear God: love IS liquid. ((laughing)) I love this flowered piece. And the last stanza is pure poetry. Thanks, Bill. Sandra

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