ocean poet

She is my roaming lyric,

the poem that i have fashioned.

She rolls and sighs,

then languishes

in shady bays and warm lagoons,

then charges forth in froth and fury,

laying all to waste.

she raised my soul

in stormy waters,

billowed empty sails.

she is the ballerina’s loom

and i, an empty tomb.

she spins and weaves my longing

into a wet and raging fire.

and I know she is suspicious

of words that I inspire,

but i am just a broken lock

without my silver key.

slowly rusting into dust

beneath my sulking sea.



Author: moonmaenad

Unskilled Navigator of this ocean we call life..somebody throw me a lifejacket STAT…or a clever and friendly dolphin

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