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Between Paradise
Ocean's rising spray
Yes, bliss, though my bones are stale
Sighs duets with swells
Thick air, saline lips
How can joy be forgotten
Tears misplaced to tongue
An oncoming shore
Gliding by islands, solemn
Ending the fortnight
Next two weeks anew
Capsize, please? Home is just home
And, alas, a jaunt
So, I hide the face of time
And pray the stars move slower
Yes, bliss, though my bones are stale
Sighs duets with swells
Thick air, saline lips
How can joy be forgotten
Tears misplaced to tongue
An oncoming shore
Gliding by islands, solemn
Ending the fortnight
Next two weeks anew
Capsize, please? Home is just home
And, alas, a jaunt
So, I hide the face of time
And pray the stars move slower
Published 7th Apr 2024
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A Haiku Sonnet
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7th Apr 2024 7:53am
Hello,
Somehow this reminds me of how on windswept days one can watch the clouds move. Like passers by in an ocean of air. I felt that this piece had many metaphors underneath the words. The ending was a skillfull departure, a final curtain falling. I enjoyed the read.
R
Somehow this reminds me of how on windswept days one can watch the clouds move. Like passers by in an ocean of air. I felt that this piece had many metaphors underneath the words. The ending was a skillfull departure, a final curtain falling. I enjoyed the read.
R
9th Apr 2024 5:56am
Thank you for reading and for your thoughts Anne-Ri! Glad that you found this enjoyable
