A dawn awakens .
The dragon is silent .
Revealing nothing
about now and tomorrow.
You'll know fear and loneliness.
You'll feel cold,hungry and thirsty.
Unable to refresh yourself
at this brackish spring .
A merciless wind ripping your soul apart.
Cursing this living ,
you'll want to get it over with ...
Mourning the heat of the atre
the tenderness of a loving arm ...
Why not listen to the mermaid song ?
Voyager of immensity
in the giant's claw ...
You'll beg the bird for wings
and the fish for fins .
To the crowd that doesn't walk on water ,
asking for a word, a look,a smell ...
Only the fool flies with the gulls
and dance on the deep blue ...
You're alone ,defying the dragon
that unrolls its fathomless pit of myriads...
To be just for a moment rainstorm kiss ,
journey of a wave without memory ...
you are only a souvenir lost in the middle
of the point Nemo ..
Drifting in this calm ocean
illuminated by a nascent sparkle
that is nothing more that the dragon's breath ,
so far away from nowhere
that even god can't see you ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A whimsical scent of distance well from the shores of any known place. Nicely stated.
Thanks Sorren.The "point nemo'' what a fascinating nowhere !
The beauty of this poem is in its contradictions: the horror and mesmerizing power of the dragon, despair and a glimmer of hope in the distant flicker of light, which may be just the breath of this mythical creature.
You invite to a meeting with the abyss - not only external, but also internal.
Captivating piece and magnificent images!
Skipper or castaway ? I leave it to the readers to make up their own mind !
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