The notion of a covering
the ocean
springs out of pocket
my mind
fishes
plain can’t get out of a bowl
my mind swims
around the notion
that is can
putting on some clothes
reach my hand into another day
achieving a
discovered
prescribe
my desire is to stripe
the description
my former selves
have the woe
now odd at a place
to uncover
the skies
blankets the oceans drift
I sandwich
the future
my past
follows in behind a moment ago
presently
I am caught between a breeze
those many clouds
seem lifted in ease
for the struggle I had
turned many trees
during the waking
of my covered self
Author notes
I write, inspite of its truer meanings.
A contest entry
- Anything Goes... As long as it's deep... by CrystalJet.
450 points, ended March 3, 2007, 93 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I want to know what you think honestly.
Comments
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Hmmm... and interesting poem, but it is a little confusing. It is still very well-written.
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