At a steep angle
The bottle does glug
The glass fills fast
With awe I gasp
Stops my worries in their tracks
A salt line to a slug...
A taste of freedom
Down my throat
Worries jettisoned
My sacred medicine
Temporary isolation
Just a tidal moat...
Why are we here?
I don't remember
The summer gives way
To the misty mornings of September
Early dementia
Who are you?
At depth I yearn
For bioluminescent blue
You feel the dark cold??
I feel it too
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Author:
Syd (
Offline) - Published: June 14th, 2018 09:52
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
good rhyme and meter here. write on ww
Thank you Willyweed, glad you enjoyed the poem. I appreciate you reading and leaving feed back.
- Syd
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