deepundergroundpoetry.com
The Cadence of Memory
This
is my moment -
the rocks, the sand, the
foam that used to be mermaids
in a tale I heard
how long ago? Well I wouldn't know
My memory's not what it was
since I saw these sounds
in my mind
I sit and listen to
the waves, the water -
Tiptoeing around the rocks
carefully yet
possessively
The cadence of life
engraved in these winds for
eternity
(My breath is precious here -
in and out and in and
out, out, out
Coughing salt)
in a tale I heard
there was a girl who saved
the sea monsters in the black depths
of the ocean
(Their stirring sets no footprints
on the surface -
could be here, right here
miles down)
They had been subjected to
over-fishing
The poor sods hadn't had a good
kill in months
I wonder what she did to them.
is my moment -
the rocks, the sand, the
foam that used to be mermaids
in a tale I heard
how long ago? Well I wouldn't know
My memory's not what it was
since I saw these sounds
in my mind
I sit and listen to
the waves, the water -
Tiptoeing around the rocks
carefully yet
possessively
The cadence of life
engraved in these winds for
eternity
(My breath is precious here -
in and out and in and
out, out, out
Coughing salt)
in a tale I heard
there was a girl who saved
the sea monsters in the black depths
of the ocean
(Their stirring sets no footprints
on the surface -
could be here, right here
miles down)
They had been subjected to
over-fishing
The poor sods hadn't had a good
kill in months
I wonder what she did to them.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 1
reads 676
Commenting Preference:
The author has chosen not to accept new comments at this time.