A pool rises in placid eyes
Waves of temperament crash ashore
Washing innermost passion onto the sandy surface of reality
Tears dance silently down cheeks, pausing with each step
(As if to look back in hopes of seeing that which has been lost struggling to catch up)
Leaving footprints around sinking castles
As the blinking eye of the sun searches blindly
Reaching down with its rays, grasping for liquid life
While beneath the skin, emotion shivers
Wrapping itself in the coat of affirmation
And tides whisper remorse for leaving such vast seas unguarded; uncharted
Reflection shines inward and of itself
Fingers twitch as fragile twigs on forceful winds
Washed from the sea of life (or from the sea to the shores of life, depending upon optimism)
Now, here, today, in this moment
Under a waning moon
In this waxing life
Flutters light and life beneath these crimson skies
The waters retreat, trickling over, slightly revealing that which once was buried
The lost; engulfed in the deep blue
The air floats crisply as breezes lay against one another
In a world of organic beings with personalities that are not so
Touching fingertips, arousing our senses
The heart is only skin deep, yet hard to touch,
But still, somehow, easy to scar
Tones echo of that which has been
Yet that which remains has not yet had the time to produce such a vociferous sound
So it is found: the calm lies after the storm, signifying a new beginning
An era in which one’s own enlightenment may thrive.
I disagree with the word "dity" in your authorial comment: that belittles this magnificent poem unfairly. This poem is neither a dity nor a trifle: it is, instead, a triumphantly extended metaphor in the tradition of the great French poet and diplomat, Paul Claudel. He would have recognized you as a kindred soul in poetry; I certainly do.
Captivating. You formed a mental, metaphorical picture that was delightful to all the senses. Excellent ;)
Wow. So much wisdom for one so young. A fresh,
liberating look at what was and can be. Again, please
write more. Your talent and thoughts evoke a
sense of calming trust that few have left in this world.
This is absolutely delightful. Beautiful Imagery. I love it. Keep writing. I love the deep emotions that you convey
Adam, beautiful thing you've written. I like your style, your word choices are amazing! And the feeling and inspiration you get from reading your poem is amazing.
Adam, I wish I could write like you! I love your style, and I knew before I read your own comment what I thought it was about, and I was right. Right now, I think I also need a new beginning, and some re-newed faith in myself. The poem of mine you read yesterday, I actually wrote yesterday. Again, I loved your poem, and I'll be sure to stop by your site soon.