Your staring in the face of something, you won't come out of. Something beautiful, someone beautiful. To you, just something; is an obstacle... Love... Is an obstacle
Fate, now there’s someone.
You can’t shirk fate, good old fate... There the day you came, laughing, crying the day you leave.
Fate, fate is temporal, relative...
You live in a cumbersome reality and second’s come, minutes go, and for what seems like a lifetime... Everyone scrapes at the surface to their reality. Everyone.
Life is time’s piñata, your life is my piñata; and over all this...because of all this, we are but foetal,
Pebbles swept out of their collective womb.
The biting sands. The stinging air.
When all we ever knew...
We’re separated,
And our womb, the ocean,
The expanse, the deep-set... Maroon of your lip's
The floating buoy of your eyes...
I guess, it's no alarming thought, you’re not surprised.
All we ever prised,
All we ever knew...
All we know are the lullabies of the deep blue.
Comments
maggyvaneijk | October 27, 2010 - 23:33
A beautiful rhythmic piece I love how it mimics the movement of the sea
skinner_jennifer | October 28, 2010 - 08:59
What an amazing use of words, loved the lines:
Pebbles swept out of their collective womb.
The biting sands. The stinging air. Brilliant.
Very good piece.
Jenny.
Highhat | October 28, 2010 - 11:22
Yes a beautiful use of words- so satiating-
EpheLuwe | October 28, 2010 - 15:02
Thank you very much guys. :)
I was worried about the way this poem would be taken, I put a lot of thought into it. Thank you for the support :)