Cite of the Ocean

Hopeful

 

It slides,

The object of time

That derides

My staid-hasten mind.

You take me with you

Through fields in Arizona

Across a cavern

And into an ocean

That mocks

A dim dock

Lost on some lavender frock . . . .

On a boat, in an ocean

In the wrinkle of some man named Prock.

 

My heart carries onward

Within deep respite.

Some boiling song

You recite

Despite

My rare cite of despair.

 

Segments of color

Melt in the sky.

Midsummer evenings

Under enemy by

A lack of some splendor

That falls toward Canadian rye.

 

The clouds are in the ocean

And so are you and I.

We wait for it stirringly

Waiting for the rise.

I carry your flesh in my soul for always

Even when you’re gone

In the ocean

Like me.

And the wrinkle in my smirk

Is gone with the coil

Is gone with the boat

And my cite of despair.

Reviews

[RogueVamp]

This is soooo awesome!!! Omg! I love this, you did a really good job...and thanks for the review!

[Sarah]

This was absolutely magical. o= You captured the beauty and the mystery of the ocean so well with your words. I love the rhyme and the format of the poem too, it worked really well. (= I love the lines "The clouds are in the ocean / And so are you and I." Beautiful imagery! I also adore the first stanza, and the images you create about the ocean and the dock. Once again, AMAZING job!!!