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MaryWalker said:https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/398833-nemesis/
Mary, Mary,
God I love your style !!!
Mary, Mary,
God I love your style !!!
Wood Worn Smooth
roaring, reaching
moon-drenched waves
~I can still hear them~
my salt-tipped lips
crowding each other
in contemplation;
acid washed,
crossed legs
already awkward -
just shy (of) sixteen;
entirely too wise
for my age,
a chiliad of lives
have passed
right through me
or at least
it feels that way
the lifeguard station
abandoned at dusk,
aged baby blue;
wood worn smooth
by proxy
of countless tides -
though they never dared,
save by rage
of autumn storms,
to come close enough
to lay hands
on its surface
even then,
but a few moments
into my journey,
I completely understand
moon-drenched waves
~I can still hear them~
my salt-tipped lips
crowding each other
in contemplation;
acid washed,
crossed legs
already awkward -
just shy (of) sixteen;
entirely too wise
for my age,
a chiliad of lives
have passed
right through me
or at least
it feels that way
the lifeguard station
abandoned at dusk,
aged baby blue;
wood worn smooth
by proxy
of countless tides -
though they never dared,
save by rage
of autumn storms,
to come close enough
to lay hands
on its surface
even then,
but a few moments
into my journey,
I completely understand
Written by LunaGreyhawk
(Jenn_Leigh)
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Wood Worn Smooth
roaring, reaching
moon-drenched waves
~I can still hear them~
my salt-tipped lips
crowding each other
in contemplation;
acid washed,
crossed legs
already awkward -
just shy (of) sixteen;
entirely too wise
for my age,
a chiliad of lives
have passed
right through me
or at least
it feels that way
the lifeguard station
abandoned at dusk,
aged baby blue;
wood worn smooth
by proxy
of countless tides -
though they never dared,
save by rage
of autumn storms,
to come close enough
to lay hands
on its surface
even then,
but a few moments
into my journey,
I completely understand
moon-drenched waves
~I can still hear them~
my salt-tipped lips
crowding each other
in contemplation;
acid washed,
crossed legs
already awkward -
just shy (of) sixteen;
entirely too wise
for my age,
a chiliad of lives
have passed
right through me
or at least
it feels that way
the lifeguard station
abandoned at dusk,
aged baby blue;
wood worn smooth
by proxy
of countless tides -
though they never dared,
save by rage
of autumn storms,
to come close enough
to lay hands
on its surface
even then,
but a few moments
into my journey,
I completely understand
Written by LunaGreyhawk
(Jenn_Leigh)
Go To Page
Wood Worn Smooth
roaring, reaching
moon-drenched waves
~I can still hear them~
my salt-tipped lips
crowding each other
in contemplation;
acid washed,
crossed legs
already awkward -
just shy (of) sixteen;
entirely too wise
for my age,
a chiliad of lives
have passed
right through me
or at least
it feels that way
the lifeguard station
abandoned at dusk,
aged baby blue;
wood worn smooth
by proxy
of countless tides -
though they never dared,
save by rage
of autumn storms,
to come close enough
to lay hands
on its surface
even then,
but a few moments
into my journey,
I completely understand
moon-drenched waves
~I can still hear them~
my salt-tipped lips
crowding each other
in contemplation;
acid washed,
crossed legs
already awkward -
just shy (of) sixteen;
entirely too wise
for my age,
a chiliad of lives
have passed
right through me
or at least
it feels that way
the lifeguard station
abandoned at dusk,
aged baby blue;
wood worn smooth
by proxy
of countless tides -
though they never dared,
save by rage
of autumn storms,
to come close enough
to lay hands
on its surface
even then,
but a few moments
into my journey,
I completely understand
Written by LunaGreyhawk
(Jenn_Leigh)
Go To Page
LunaGreyhawk said:
The depth of this piece extends beyond the reach of complacent thinking
Causing one to look further into the beauty of your words to be seen as true art
Stunning work
Thank you
The depth of this piece extends beyond the reach of complacent thinking
Causing one to look further into the beauty of your words to be seen as true art
Stunning work
Thank you
Oct. 6, 2020
Dawn enters through a small
portal window, placed high
where paint peels into
curls off oaken beams
Aged fabric dingy, as if stained
with spilt tea hangs loose,
it's delicate tatting in need
of repair.
Rays of light bring thoughts,
that stream colors like blue,
transitioning to shades
of violet .
Dust filled beam escapes
lead pane boundaries
Particles in chaos imagine
themselves as a part of
something more
A display of unity within
individuality
The nimiety
of minute significance
As in, I am a wave in the sea
I too am the entire ocean
Val that is beautiful! Very befitting of the word.
Nimiety ( An Acrostic )
Needed rest and
idle cares are necessary—
maternal levels treasure
intellectual affinities;
earthen pleasures manifest—
tiny flames engulf
young lovers in love.
~
Feeling romantic since Johnny mentioned Byron on the Classic Corner discussion thread!
Been reading him since! LOL!
Nimiety ( An Acrostic )
Needed rest and
idle cares are necessary—
maternal levels treasure
intellectual affinities;
earthen pleasures manifest—
tiny flames engulf
young lovers in love.
~
Feeling romantic since Johnny mentioned Byron on the Classic Corner discussion thread!
Been reading him since! LOL!
Ahavati said:Val that is beautiful! Very befitting of the word.
Nimiety ( An Acrostic )
Needed rest
idle cares are necessary—
maternal levels treasure
intellectual affinities;
earthen pleasures manifest—
tiny flames engulf
young lovers in love.
~
Feeling romantic since Johnny mentioned Byron on the Classic Corner discussion thread!
Been reading him since! LOL!
Very nice thank you
The Romantacism is evident
This creates a lull in thought
after reading
Very nice atmosphere surrounding this piece
Thank you for the comment also
This word has a calming effect
that carries with it a confidence in knowing
I like it
Nimiety ( An Acrostic )
Needed rest
idle cares are necessary—
maternal levels treasure
intellectual affinities;
earthen pleasures manifest—
tiny flames engulf
young lovers in love.
~
Feeling romantic since Johnny mentioned Byron on the Classic Corner discussion thread!
Been reading him since! LOL!
Very nice thank you
The Romantacism is evident
This creates a lull in thought
after reading
Very nice atmosphere surrounding this piece
Thank you for the comment also
This word has a calming effect
that carries with it a confidence in knowing
I like it
