Black PoolA Poem by Luna CelesteI used to swim in the dark pool, like black ink, depthless, it washed over me. It painted me black and I belonged. Then I was washed to shore I saw a beach and felt the grains of sand, they poured between my tiny fingers Like rain And there it was, a sensory explosion, the spectrum of colors assaulted me
Flinging me forward, I began the cycle, and I realized what the chromaticism crafted
This is a dangerous realm you've entered, but it has certain depth. Here, you'll surely sink and you might be glad to reunite with the black pool and have the sea of ink swallow you again. © 2014 Luna Celeste |
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Added on December 28, 2014 Last Updated on December 28, 2014 Tags: life, birth, death, cycle, extended metaphor Author
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