There is a fascination with the sea,
that I have frequently been privy too.
Have you heard it? In those still,
humid moments, with air between us
so think you can't move?
Blink, gushing water, salt on your tongue
taste the colors, muted and faded.
Lost focus, so sweet, so cold
toes, brush brush the bottom...
It traps you there, tangles of seaweed, thick;
sinking little butterfly--
grow wings, grow wings, grow wings.
Someday you will be free.
I really really like this. I can't pinpoint why, but I really do.
ReplyDeleteThat's pretty much how I feel about it too (:
ReplyDeleteAnd maybe because it was partially inspired (the first two lines, the last two, and mixed ones in between) from when I was reading your book last night... I noticed you talked about the sea a lot, and I started writing from there :)
I love this poem, I love the ocean, I know these feelings exactly.
ReplyDeleteThat's AWESOME. I never would've guessed, but that's so cool.
ReplyDeleteThank you for bothering to write it all down and share it with us 'cause it's really beautiful. It really is.
I absolutely love the last two lines. I love them so much.
ReplyDeleteThe whole poem is truly breathtaking. Wow.
Thanks guys :)
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