Feet dragging and led arms moving against an outgoing tide.
Pulled out to sea, sinking to the deep.
Too much noise on the beach.
In the deep, I can hear them sing.
The whales, they sing, and I can hear them.
They'd been singing all along.
Distant melodies we can't hear on the beach.
Forced deep.
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Author:
Lorrel ONeill (
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I tried to read this but there are too many words missing so I gave up
Sorry to hear that, happy reading something else
I don’t get it. Led arms and singing whales. If you meant it as a metaphor yiu need to have given a clue as to what or some link. If somebody’s sad and giving up the whales singing wasn’t a sure way to convey. It’s a mess. Start over
Sorry that you didn’t get it, I am by no means an expert. I am just using this platform as a creative outlet, but thanks.
I was too harsh. I apologize for being a brat.
lol
ignore the wannabe poet masters
trying to dictate a world, where
the limits of their stunted
capabilities
is deemed a reality we can't try
to surpass
(do you! let your art soar
yeah, accessibility may be key
for most poetry, but so is
artistic licence and ambition)
thanks for sharing, dear poet
and your poem's' perfectly understandable
for those that can read
above a highcool level
('to the deep'
sands of time, ashore
waves of our inherited
lamented tears
we stand, as if planted
by a fate we dare not
comprehend
led weight in our veins, stunted
we inch forward
in the name of progress
heeding the whispers
of those that came before
hoping, our legacies
won't be as crimson tainted
for those generations
fated to surf on that we live
behind...)
Thank you, happy you got something out of it☺️
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