Peering out across the ocean bounds
the moon heightens their expression.
All things between past,
present,
and their future reveal nothing
more than the things that
were meant to be known.
Their quest for knowledge
has only lead them to
the depths of the
cool water rushing
across their
subtle skin.
Swept away by the tides
the moonlight is
the last thing left
that allows their
knowledge
to remain alive.
Unchecked by the moon they live on forever in the open ocean currents.
A contest entry
- owlish - by amaranthine lover.
1100 points, ended June 12, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Thanks for pointing out the spelling errors. Sometimes I just go to quick and I make the dumbest mistakes.
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"hightens" should be 'heightens'
"qwest" should be 'quest'
I love the way that you ended it. It was amazing.
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