I shot the rapids;
surf, white frothy and rampant,
demanding and torturous,
the turbulence,
energising -
I loved it.
The debate was over.
[And all the words I knew
I would not say,
popped across my tongue
like illicit sugar candy.]
A wall of ocean waves
carried me out to sea,
my mind; a cocktail
of dizzy mermaids
and swollen thoughts.
And now, in the calm of me,
I lay back immersed
in the brooding night;
layers of cobalts and
whisky creams
stabbed by star dots,
each one a secret
yet to be discovered -
as if I alone, could reveal
their still silent mystery.
Silver trophy winner
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spill ink and splash me lol
