Blueprints by the SeaA Poem by TheJordBakerRewritten from 2014
On days before ours I'd take my wits
and walk to kill whiles and desolate summer truths. I'd be besotted with new paths traipsed as my world was filled with beauty plenty that I believed something was worth locating in its cute but pallid blueprints by the sea. My place was gyred by water as if to keep me caged, pondering their artistry, wander them, and write words in marvel and despair. I remember the breeze would stand still long enough, should I stand there idly and just observe; waste away my days in both actions and in mind. Between its bursts came whispers within the cracks of the waves but they were voiceless. Once I could share my world with you, walk you by my waters, hands enlaced, I could see extra colours by their banks. Those solemn spring-grown buddings quickly faded from white to shaded hues. In such moments it seemed fitting that the sky be bluer, the sun burn golden more so than ever on me before. On such days I'd make a promise never to let those colours dwindle and cherish each footstep on the shores. On such days I'd make a promise never to leave my spirit barren or forget the splendour of this world. For never can these waters be revisited with the same resonance again. © 2019 TheJordBakerAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorTheJordBakerWashington, United KingdomAboutI'm Jordan and I've been away for a while, but I'm trying to refind my voice and work towards a couple of projects. In my late teens/early twenties I released two poetry collections which are avail.. more..Writing
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