Standing on time’s edge
I exhale to nirvana, phantoms of youth.
A mere sea spray of anticipation
forgotten in clandestine decay.
Falsities fade, mystery stands,
still I await patters of affection.
Before me, omnipresent waves
beckon with the warmth of divinity.
Ra’s rapture jaded in sunset.
How wicked I’ve become in arrogance
Author notes
Prompt: Sunset Wine
Originally written April 15, 2008
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This speaks to me of taking a man because she can but reaping no reward from that deception.Waiting on the sidelines for a crumb of affection whilst he moves on to newer and younger pastures, Ros
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What I particularly liked abou this poem was how each couplet completed the other, but each was equal and powerful enough to stand alone and portry the same message. I completely agree that pride is a great evil, and it takes something as beautiful, and pure, and strong as the ocean to make us realize how small we are, and to humble us. Nature is the one true beauty, and it makes everything that seems important seem extremely ridiculous. This is a wonderful piece, and I thank you or sharing this with all of us.
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a good piece, ah to drink in the ocean's magical moments, to stand naked in spirit, all layers stripped away, yet still, wanting the praise of divinity's soft sensuality. perhaps pride can be viewed as wicked, or maybe it is just the natural way.
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Wow such a thought provoking piece. You have so many emotions weaving through this and your word choice is just perfect. Stunning metaphor and imagery in this.It takes great self reflection to pen something like this! Superb!
gaylene
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