Degorram Posted June 18, 2008 Report Posted June 18, 2008 A tide swells and lurches against toes and seaweed that has coated the sands and waits for fish to feed. Horses circle in confusion under moons of dual complexion as flowers pull at their ankles waiting for breath of the sun. Breezes move through locks of hair and pull at gauzy garments though nothing tempts them with the finders keepers scents. A single drip disturbs acres of water as the rush towards the ocean continues; imitation of life circling again and again and again. The clouds boil and rush in then die with a fainted threat of rain and chaos. Glass deserts gasp for the stolen promise of wet. Third apartment from the left. Nothing to see here.
Silver WInd Posted June 18, 2008 Report Posted June 18, 2008 I really like this, I love the reaccuring circle them, and the concept of the cycle. It also has some great imagery
troubled sleep Posted June 18, 2008 Report Posted June 18, 2008 This is wonderful I'm sorry that I can't offer anything constructive or whatever because I'm not really a poetry person...all I can say is that I love this so much. I love the way it's phrased...how do you get words to work for you like that?
Degorram Posted June 20, 2008 Author Report Posted June 20, 2008 (edited) They just like me, I guess. I have to catch up with them first though. They're always evading me, little unruly children that they are. Glad you guys like it. I do to. *NOTE: This Poem is being published in an anthology and is therefore copywritten!* Edited June 24, 2009 by Degorram
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