A cool baptism to the minds faulted panaceas
With each wave from the winds in a far away land
Fools the coasts to trade its messages in the sand
Even as footsteps are left on the verge of the shore
Waters will erase their impressions forever more
Shells and grains tumultuously mixed in the foam
Carried with the tide to another world a distant home
The ocean whispers in echoes and shadows few can hear
Yet the forsaken and heartbroken are adept to give ear
For their spirits drowned by pain search for a lost breath
Taken to the depths of water to their eventual death
Even as dreams are eternalized in paper and scripted in books
Waves will soak their wings their future forsook
Stones and driftwood the tombstone of a doomed past
Flow with the current until the final shadow is cast
The ocean offers the reflection of the vibrant sun the cool moon
A gentle hypnotic state to hug inspire to swoon
With every peak and trough to bid you to enter
Fool the mind and soul of both saint and sinner
Even as it caresses the borders of your pain
Waters will appease the beating of betrayed veins
Shells and rocks swimming on shores of forgotten letters
Drift in the abyss and become deeper and wetter
2 comments:
Sorry, but the art was a little vague to me. Not that fond of abtract. Did not have enough form or definition especally after reading the poetry. the poetry voiced more pain than the art conveyed.
Yes, fully understand Chickman and thanks for your comment. I rarely do abstract but this one I thought fitting for the poem since it communicates the fluidity, different faces and shades of the ocean.
AJ
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