Blossoms and barnacles
Seek refugee in these salt
Laden shores
In a beach far from this
A stone grave,
The home of the soulless
And cataphor..
Sables seen
And requiem spread
Prayers from within
White soutane heard
Among the froth
And many others
That came afloat,
a whisper
That sailed, silent
Mid seas and
Bedlam shores; in
Every salt and in every sand
(..whisper..)
Reaching me, beyond 'em
The mirthless souls,
By the second and rests.
Arresting me, here, forever deep..
I lay here listening,
still
And a smile escaping my face
Unburdened by tomb
Am buried beneath....
..to the Soulless..thanks..
10 comments:
exquisite...adequate words fail me. :)
L~
hey, V, you get better with age :)
"Azure shells
Blossoms and barnacles"
That's lovely.. :)
:-)
hey leaving u the link to my pvt blog...it might interest u :)
L~
beautiful imagery! :) felt like was on the beach...watching those whispers float.
liked a lot. thanks for dropping by.
I like the picture that I see with your words.
Wwaaa forgive me for not having read this earlier. Sniff. I'm mentally kicking myself. Repeatedly. :( Sigh.
Among the froth
And many others
That came afloat,
a whisper
That sailed, silent
Mid seas and
Bedlam shores; in
Every salt and in every sand
*swoon, thud, blush* Thank you, too, dear... The "whisper" resonates. ^_^
Moved to other places...away from the public eye. Visit me sometime. Leaving you the link :)
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