She lay stoic on the neutral mellow shore.
The sea was at peace,unlike her life,tangled and unplanned,
The waves soiling her feet in salty foam,watching as the seagulls and halcyon soar.
She envied the vast moonlit sea,
How he remains calm after all the chaos.
After all the turmoil,he stays unfazed..the beauty,
Forgiving,forgotten and silent.
The harmonious waves cajoled.
The seagulls conspired.
The moonlight flooded.
The breeze taunted.
"How long Should I wait,
To get to that realm of that peaceful state".
Gazing at the adorned black,
Only silence answered back.
She sprung to her feet,
flung her bag,her glasses,her fears.... her worries.
Darted towards the anxious sea , ready to greet .
The benumbing waters awakened her soul.
4 comments:
Like the comparison with the sea. Symbol of Serenity and Storm.
The last verse is good. Conclusive! (Or maybe not)
but restless still she lays on the sand,
confusion clouds her mind.
to the sea or shore?
its time to be sure
Like a seashell, this poem. I hear the sounds of the ocean as I read it.
Wicked stuff. Kudos.
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