Another Blue World

It was an ocean of blue

with siren foam that carried

me from a broken home.

 

It was a ribbon of black, a narrow

path that wound loamy deep

by the soft, dark grass. It was

 

the freedom of sky that made me

a cloud. I chased the Sun

for the praise of warmth. I reigned

 

in tears bereft of prayer, but intended

to drown in the thin cool air. Will I 

sing salty refrains, swallow years and stings?

 

I should hide between the moon and tides.

Have I ebbed or drowned awake too soon?

 

 

 

Reviews

[Tim McGovern]

So many influences, to my mind anyway
Great images, restrained word use make it sharp as a blade.
" sing salty refrains" Bugs me a little, it sounds to pedestrian for you, it sounds like something I'd say
lol
otherwise flawless

Namaste' shemeh

Tim