Slow burn

spilleronsheet

Pace is slow 

As it  slowly grows

sleeping inside the soil

waiting for charismatic sun

to open the golden  eyes

 slowly lingering inside  soil 

 

 

beneath deep down 

slumber among the crowd

desires kept  hidden 

Soul sloths as they run around 

 

Deep down 

under the vast sea

like a clown fish 

hidden in its reef 

 scared upon big sharks

who may eat upon me

 

desires of lion inside

someone calls it lion pride

yet the tentacles engulfs within

huge baggage of grief swallows in

each night slumbers 

slumbers upon dreams 

 

 

every morning 

as sunlight greets 

wish to escape bayside

catching the smell,  of fresh air blowing outside 

like  humidity in air 

 wish,

alas

could float freely in air 

 

 

like a sea gulf 

chasing the winds 

 just wishes to open wings 

not race with wind 

 wish to move slowly again 

 

a call greeted me 

wished me luck on my journey 

checked on my progress

and said, “ You  could shine as stars in sky “

maybe I wish 

I could just drift in night sky 

 

 

like asteroids 

In midst of orbits 

wish to drift in vaccum 

but not  dart any planet ahead

 

 

a simple existence to itself

is it too high ?

To  think an easy life ahead

subjective to core of eyes

with no,

yes and no as reply…….

 

 

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  • Poetic Dan

    Many directions in this inspiring write my friend..
    Thank you

  • Neville


    a brilliant title for a great post that
    I am sure will burn long ................. N

    • spilleronsheet

      It surely has to last long…cause the journey has just started…it will take long for firecrackers dear Neville….

    • Crowns4Christ

      Very descriptive and flows well, nice job

    • Rocky Lagou

      Wow idk why but the word "tingling" came to mind when reading this piece. I love the way you described these strong feelings like fear in such interesting images and honestly this is richly portrayed. Maybe it's a feeling of tingling uncertainty. Well done!

      • spilleronsheet

        The uncertainty truly drives me crazy
        The torch light I have been carrying out
        Swinging me from excitements
        Towards some kind of remorse
        Thanks for the in depth decipher and wisdom full insight
        Your really superb dear Rocky
        Giving me a positive insight
        The tingling you discovered my dear friend



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