Trade WindsA Poem by Zakari SchmidtWhen I am submerged
Waves came crashing down
on top of moonlit shores, each of them were stars above aphotic floors Never standing still, always going away I hold on to one but it does not remain Currents look like contrails scattered through the sky, moving to this destination in my mind Somewhere distant from sedimentary faith When I am submerged you become everything There is a seashell that I can not forget, buried on a beach within my loneliness Someone else is sand and fills up every choice Each grain understands that I can hear your voice sound like the ocean © 2015 Zakari SchmidtReviews
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StatsAuthorZakari SchmidtKC, MOAboutI've been writing creatively/semi-seriously for around a decade. 24 isn't old. Right now I'm writing folk songs, these poems/lyrics are part of my ASCENSION/ATTENTION collection. It's about being an a.. more..Writing
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