Swim

Thine eyes can see the storm before us,

swimming and swirling in a blue sea.

The line of boundary is purged

and the whisper is not heard.

Author's Note

Just a little snippet of poetry I wrote a long time ago.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this short poem. Some logic in the words. Hard to hear the whisper in the mist of a storm. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

A beautiful snippet that stands alone beautifully!

[Legacy]

E. V. Black,

Tween the duce... smells like a forbidden moment or moments of passion, indeed.

I held the poem close to my heart and felt the moments as if they were playing forthright in my view.

Creating a masterpiece is simple if you have touched that place before.

Great job (and to you as well, Inyourshadow),

Legacy

[Inyourshadow]

Thine eyes drowned my passions deep,
beneath salt scent of boiling wave
as all tomorrows merge as one,
in secrets taken to our grave.

Loved your poem it held such beauty in brevity, hope you don't mind the response just came to me reading yours. Keep em' coming

[ScaryTrees]

yeah into the storm we go
batten down the hatches :)

i like the tone of this
i would like to see the snippet grow :P