When Every Thing Was All

aDarkerMind

when every thing was all

one wind and nothing.

the heavens turned

her circle came in a climbing snow.

one-weather man on the doubled edge

light came light

no thistle turned the crown;

one rounded world

one world from light,

came shooting stars at snail-pace on a white rig,

came sailors eyes

nailed and rigged on her harboured walls

when every sea one kingdon

one wave. one kissing tide,

she grew her days as silence grew her envoy;

her waters white as blood

her blood as red her climbing snow,

clocks sand and sea

cloaks fish-and-dagger whole-tail

on the dry-land now her screams

feeds hunger only water from the belly of the stream;

when all was all

sun and moon; birthday boys' with dancing girls;

how far gone their dreams?

how deeply sleeps the old man of the sea;

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • spilleronsheet

    What a wonderful imagery
    Nature taken for granted
    Will show her emotions one day
    She will show that she shouldn’t be ignored

    • aDarkerMind

      no, she shouldn\'t be ignored;
      many thanks for reading, and taking time to comment;
      most kind.

    • L. B. Mek

      I hope the lady you're celebrating in this ode, is worthy of your beautiful words
      and in those Sun and Moon offspring's,
      her life's crimson-earned rewards:
      may be fully realised...
      (forgive me if I have mistaken the meaning, in your choice wording;
      and thank you
      for sharing such intimate feelings, with such brave transparency my friend)



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