Low Tide

This is about the ambiguity of our individual journeys, and how impossible mine sometimes seems.

Comforts nestled,

shaded in risen lips,

eyes held by bright eyes,

seams we’ve sewn

so shyly like thin red quilts

aren’t as warm as our thickness.

 

We sat in systems

so subtly switched

that darkness seemed like blindness,

then stood and saw

dropping sleepy views

fall back to low tides.

 

Oceans are single drops,

and we are waves

sprayed as sickly separations,

reaching for full moons,

tossed with fate to fall

indistinguishable as wholeness.

Reviews

[East of Eden]

I love it! it's a poem to experience rather than just read. it's so real i can connect to it very easily because i can see myself in it.

Oceans are single drops,

and we are waves

it's downright redeeming! enriching! it awakens the five senses in only three stanzas. great work! i hope you enter it in more competitions so it receives the attention it deserves