Oceanland

Dreamlike sand. Soft enough 

To the fingertips, like sugar, but

Soft enough to make me wonder. Am I 

Alive?

The sky is blue, too blue, much too blue. 

Do I have a voice? Can I use it?

Everything trembles like an oasis

About to shatter. I am not walking on eggshells

I am living in one. 

The sun destroyed all of the clouds and now

It peers into my mind with a blinding eye. 

Too bright! Cracking its rays against my skull

Like leather whips. 

Bring back the rain, the thunder,

The ugly mud slathered on my feet. 

This realm is not my own. 

The ocean waves are slow… calm, 

Perfect. So perfect. 

I am a fracture in the diamond,

A shadow on this incandescent world. 

Even the air caresses my lungs with 

Featherlight fingers. 

Everything shimmers in my vision,

But panic seeps in without yield. 

Can’t scream, can’t breathe,

Seaweed lodged in my mouth

This flawless beach is about to capsize 

Once I rip the wails from my throat 

The tide whispers, all of my secrets

Traveling from crest to crest.

What do they know? How do they know?

(promise you won’t tell a soul) 

You lied!

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

had to put this in my library .. it for me is something to be read and re-read .. it like a psych/thriller .. you describe the "perfect" but yet it isn't ... not for your speaker ... its confining and sucks life out ... who would want a perfect world ... perhaps not the wish one should make ... in all our imperfections and failings ... the real world remains exciting and challenging for those who keep on keeping on ... not sure i like the last two lines .. not sure i think that they are necessary ... but that is just my first impression .. love this deep provocative poem ... so many word choices and lines i want to point out but for me its the whole thing .. that being said its your third verse that just kills me .. did i say i love this poem! :)
E.

[Matching Socks]

Gosh, very intense.
It feels like those times when things are so perfect, smiles to bright, everything in its place.
Like as if you know it's a trap of some sort.

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing tale my friend. I had to read a few times.
"Can’t scream, can’t breathe,
Seaweed lodged in my mouth
This flawless beach is about to capsize
Once I rip the wails from my throat "
You create many places and wild situation. Left me with wanting to know more and the ending was perfect. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote