Etched within a formless breath,
There rested a broken dream;
That few, and that of many -
Were too blinded to have seen.
A glimpse along the river's limb
Was all that need be perceived.
Serene currents of blackened blue,
Dispersed all but man's humility.
Along that starlit path to strut,
Humming gleefully a birdsong tune.
Discovered there - an ethereal lough -
In the center of June's monsoon.
She cried unto herself - such a wail death would bring.
From her much was stolen, never to be replaced.
Too horrid to accept and listen;
Thieves, and their misgivings.
Gazing upon her luminous glum,
In the Midnight's sultry fray -
Reminded then by a heartfelt need,
I sobbed with her; as need relayed.
Poseidon's child gazed within, addressing life's inner woes.
She then spoke with a gentle wave -
And the Maelstrom was overthrown.
I saw then her wondrous smile -
As in excitement her waters churned.
She then bestowed her heart to me,
And I gave her mine, in return.
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Author:
Nicholas Browning (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hello everyone. Just passing by to drop this off. No comments necessary. If you enjoyed the read then that's enough for me. Credit for the picture goes to Karmen Loh. You can find her on YouTube. Thanks for stopping by guys.
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Comments5
fascinating from beginning to end...
and consequently, I liked this no end
Well penned, friend...
A fine write Nicholas.
Nice! This just felt good to read.
Very good emotive write.
Excellent write!! Really entrancing.
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