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Shoreline(Teetering The Edge)
Beneath the moon I breathe
the dripping-damp smell
of primordial jungle
on this untamed coast.
The night strangles my senses;
A never ending thought
I chase across borders.
I could be anything
(a hermit, a smuggler, a rebel, a free-spirit)
or another defeated dreamer
driven by an urge
I never grasp.
In time
I will always go
whether I choose a direction
or not...
...or maybe
the sea-salt erodes me
the rain forest swallows me
or I simply return
from where I came.
the dripping-damp smell
of primordial jungle
on this untamed coast.
The night strangles my senses;
A never ending thought
I chase across borders.
I could be anything
(a hermit, a smuggler, a rebel, a free-spirit)
or another defeated dreamer
driven by an urge
I never grasp.
In time
I will always go
whether I choose a direction
or not...
...or maybe
the sea-salt erodes me
the rain forest swallows me
or I simply return
from where I came.
Published 3rd Dec 2014
| Edited 4th Dec 2014
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4th Dec 2014 00:30am
I really enjoy your descriptions of surroundings. Minimalist, but impactful.
The third stanza could be a poem entirely on its own, though I love every stage of this piece.
The third stanza could be a poem entirely on its own, though I love every stage of this piece.
4th Dec 2014 3:06am
4th Dec 2014 4:39am
An abyss, those never ending thoughts... I never grasp- the many unknowns we grapple with. esp. the self..n that shining hope among whatever probabilities... Ahh, couldnt stop the so many dimensions u hav dealt in such simplicity. N yes agrees to above comment, v.impactful! Tq fr this:)
4th Dec 2014 4:17pm
