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Ocean
The ocean began to rage up against me
In a frantic array of conjugal bliss
And those exact same forces conspired
To open these old mosaic wounds (of mine)
Only to see light ransacking trauma
Out on the open shore.
In a frantic array of conjugal bliss
And those exact same forces conspired
To open these old mosaic wounds (of mine)
Only to see light ransacking trauma
Out on the open shore.
Published 27th Sep 2018
| Edited 1st Oct 2018
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- Edited 4th Dec 2023 7:45pm
27th Sep 2018 10:35pm
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28th Sep 2018 3:24am
and to smooth over it all as one picks up the pieces on the shore line like smooth coloured glass....
very deep and thought provoking metaphors....
always enjoy a good poem!
its the flow that makes everything work.
very deep and thought provoking metaphors....
always enjoy a good poem!
its the flow that makes everything work.
28th Sep 2018 3:34am
I'm looking to giving you well thought out critical feedback, as well! So post your material.
