Mon, 07/15/2013 - 17:24 -- Eunoia

That perplexing blue
Knocks the air out of you
just by looking
Makes you breathe in
Salt foams
Feeling grand
yet shrunken
to the tossing clap of the waves
Waves like mountains
with crevices and steeps
Like the crests of horses running,
As each peak subsides
Red buoys appear
Bobbing and dipping
never staying still

Water spews like fountains
with upwards slopes and slides

The little house
on the hill top
Built well away from the tides                                                                                                     

of creaking woods and rusting nails                                    

Grass blowing in the breeze                                                                                                                                                        tickling my  knees                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Perceiving a manifesting sea                                                                                                                                    

 Shipping and sinking hopes or desires  or gold-filled chests of admiration.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

The basin  sits below                                                                                                                                                         restlessly                                  turning                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   thousands  of  miles                                                                                                                                   reflecting the sky, & everything above it                                                                                  

never ceasing to amaze those who love it.

 As you listen to the roars go distant
as the moon relaxes in tranquillity
you sit and ponder the wisdom that comes to mind
that it all will last for a short time



Yeah, I find the I bounce around a lot. I like this poem, though it still isn't satisfying me. oh weell.

haha, i like that! I will use that term as well!



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