Song of Creation

The tide, gently rocking,

whispered, lilting lullabies

echoing forth from the endless cradle of blue

unto the vastness beyond the horizon.

Songs from the mother of all,

the poetry of nature,

set to a melody of vibrant creation,

and accompanied by a choir of celestial verse.

Footprints still occupied at the verge of the sea,

a single grain of sand upon a beach of steel and glass.

Lines of frantic black underscored upon the visage of youth.

Eyes held wide while firmly sealed shut.

Bleached thoughts and saturated prayers

A world of such radiance and color

locked behind a filter of monochrome.

Variety stolen away by a cookie-cutter template for progress.

Objects in the mirror are further than they appear.

Possibilities left to die like an animal caught under a wheel,

creativity seeping through the disfigured flesh,

dreams bloated and turned black as they fall beneath the scythe.

Weathered leather and the yellowed paper bound therein

Words chiseled into form through oscillating strokes of epiphany

The edges undulating in their best impression of the sea

Each crumpled page past soaked in a bath of ink, sweat and tears.

As the last unspoiled sheet is drenched in black,

the back cover slammed closed in sheer triumph,

he presses the cool, rippled leather to his lips. 

while his eyes slip closed in a moment of reverent silence.

The words within seep one final time into his mind,

before the book is cast outward, beyond the sand and into the blue.

Struggling for an all-to-brief moment, 

then joining his siblings at the bottom of the sea.

And he watches, as he always does.

Before clipping on his name tag and brushing the mist from his tie.

The pen, a veteran of many such wars, he'll keep.

They'd just deduct the next one from his pay, anyway.

The tide, gently rocking,

whispered, lilting lullabies

echoing forth from the endless cradle of blue

unto the vastness beyond the horizon.

Reviews

[William Liston]

The imagery in this poem is beautiful. When I read this, I felt connected to the Earth, its beauty, etc... I love this poem. Great work!

-William Liston

[Sazaku]

Thank you very much. Always nice to hear.

[GalaxyGhost]

This is such a soothing poem and I can imagine hearing this on a beach, listening on my phone. I think this would also make a really cool song.

[Sazaku]

I think a bit of lyrical meter finds its way into my work without me really noticing. Sometimes it takes me half a dozen rereads to settle in on the right pacing, so I'm glad to hear that it comes off that way to more than just myself.

Thank you. :D