From the depths of me:
The oceans roaring currents
push soaring swallows torrents,
and moral and macabre cease to be.
Descriptors flow as conscience
from cricket to posed pine puppet,
and yet in sanguine portrait:
I find painted scenes of penance.
Growing man succumbs
to societal relations,
and unexpected expectations
cause a young man's nervous thumbs.
Young, pretty girls, with auburn hair
run past blond head that will
voice thoughts fond, yet unmoving still
is steel gray-blue eyed stare.
Sailor stepping on crested waves
through the grace of platformed bow,
but, unlike Ahab, questions "Why?" and "How?"
through life's new plan: this foggy haze.
This is from the depths of me,
and as it may be plain to see,
I have not found entirety.
Consider this, my reverie.
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A contest entry
- Invite Only 5 by Laura Lamarca.
700 points, ended December 10, 2007, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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You've chosen your words well to express great depth here. I love your alliterations and rhyme. I thank you for sharing this with me and wish you luck in the judging. La x
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omg, I love it. It's really really good. I love the words you used, and the rhyme scheme is really really good. Beautiful Poem. Excellent Job! Superb. Remarkabley Awesome. Neways, Great write
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