A warm breeze rushes from the sea
Fantastic in its multiple facets
Of grey, red, and blue,
of a dim light from the lighthouse
shining through the palpable fog,
The sun gleams with its last rays
Upon the ever-changing movement of waves
And patterns of tides reaching the ends of the world.
What of these waters?
Be they a peaceful lake
Wide, steady, and serene?
Or perhaps various rivers
Streamed hither and thither
In scattered uniformity?
Are there raging rapids, bright reflections
Evoking the greatest awe?!
None of this! Such matters are simplistic!
The scattered ocean, multi-faceted under the red sunset,
The crescent wanderer, dwelling in the placid seas,
The waterfall in its living state
With a Moonbow shining at midnight’s hour;
These are homes, seas for ages to come,
One hope is offered here:
To sink with one’s vessel
And float in the passing current.







Devious Comments
An Awesome work!
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!Bad Bunnies!
I still think you are always too hard on yourself.
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To those who do not know me, I am but a faceless name writing insights to life that few will ever comprehend.
I refuse to be a slave to society and it's expectations.
=dapride / *poetic-forms / ~b00b-B-gone
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"A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on"-
William S. Burroughs
Was it apparent this referred to the waters as a metaphor for the sky? That was the intention in everything, although the moonbow was used rather loosely in that manner.
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To those who do not know me, I am but a faceless name writing insights to life that few will ever comprehend.
I refuse to be a slave to society and it's expectations.
=dapride / *poetic-forms / ~b00b-B-gone
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"A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on"-
William S. Burroughs
Good riddance I say... A poem I was not fond of.
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!Bad Bunnies!
Anyway, just wondering did you pick up that this was referring to the sky through bodies of water (collectively termed seas, somehow that works but I'm not sure how).
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To those who do not know me, I am but a faceless name writing insights to life that few will ever comprehend.
I refuse to be a slave to society and it's expectations.
=dapride / *poetic-forms / ~b00b-B-gone
Yeah, I got the reflection of the sky... The Moonbow and sun light/rays give it away.
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!Bad Bunnies!
But yeah, more than reflections, the with wide, steady lake represented an indistinct sheet of a cloud covering the whole sky, and so forth. (Look at it in those terms).
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To those who do not know me, I am but a faceless name writing insights to life that few will ever comprehend.
I refuse to be a slave to society and it's expectations.
=dapride / *poetic-forms / ~b00b-B-gone
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