By the shore...
.....i dropped wearily, on the sand...
"O, silent dragon, as you lurk, my cold sweat
....merges with a rush of angry waves
lapping hard on me...i'm a boat, that keeled,
i'm already scared as dead,
of something that can't ever yield."
i bit my lower lip, prickly with salty water
stinging my eyes...i'm all wet, with salty water
restlessly...alternately, legs are spreading,
toes touching tight......then crisscrossing
shifting positions...left, right, forward,
then backward
thoughtfully lowering hand, feeling ****
..."my poor weary ones, i'm sorry,
......for too long...i tarry
so much weight you carry."
sand was warmer where i sat,
above, a spinning atmosphere
i stood up...reeling....fell on my back
made a loud splash on that
afternoon's sea water...i was squinting,
my face, i was repeatedly wetting,
to douse panic that was clawing
on the heart....though the cold was soothing,
i knew...a red-eyed green monster was lying
beneath........keeping vigil.........waiting
patiently for me.......to relax my defenses,
then fall........and let go of my reflexes,
its fiery eyes, anticipating its success.
"o, am i but a coward? I sway, my feet sashay
i am very sane....and definitely, not lame
i know......myself, i can never betray.
you and i, we've been watching each other,
for years........would this go on forever?"
::::::
"great fear, my old friend, why do you accompany me?
you pulsate in every corner within me
i'm too visible
too vulnerable.
i am farthest from the lips of the shore,
yet, i feel you, a monster, watching me from afar..."
intense fear...births a rebel
weariness takes over.....it opposes, it swells
takes a turn, throwing caution to the wind.
lumps of wet sand drop from gripped hands,
later, they'll be dry and loose again,
free.....and reunited with the rest.
"each time i struggle, i miraculously survive,
...like you, my green dragon, you persist...stay alive,
...ebbing, flowing with the waves.....in my mind,
............where, you comfortably hide......"
Sally
Copyright June 15, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 3:12 AM UTC
By the shore...
.....i dropped wearily, on the sand...
"O, silent dragon, as you lurk, my cold sweat
....merges with a rush of angry waves
lapping hard on me...i'm a boat, that keeled,
i'm already scared as dead,
of something that can't ever yield."
i bit my lower lip, prickly with salty water
stinging my eyes...i'm all wet, with salty water
restlessly...alternately, legs are spreading,
toes touching tight......then crisscrossing
shifting positions...left, right, forward,
then backward
thoughtfully lowering hand, feeling ****
..."my poor weary ones, i'm sorry,
......for too long...i tarry
so much weight you carry."
sand was warmer where i sat,
above, a spinning atmosphere
i stood up...reeling....fell on my back
made a loud splash on that
afternoon's sea water...i was squinting,
my face, i was repeatedly wetting,
to douse panic that was clawing
on the heart....though the cold was soothing,
i knew...a red-eyed green monster was lying
beneath........keeping vigil.........waiting
patiently for me.......to relax my defenses,
then fall........and let go of my reflexes,
its fiery eyes, anticipating its success.
"o, am i but a coward? I sway, my feet sashay
i am very sane....and definitely, not lame
i know......myself, i can never betray.
you and i, we've been watching each other,
for years........would this go on forever?"
::::::
"great fear, my old friend, why do you accompany me?
you pulsate in every corner within me
i'm too visible
too vulnerable.
i am farthest from the lips of the shore,
yet, i feel you, a monster, watching me from afar..."
intense fear...births a rebel
weariness takes over.....it opposes, it swells
takes a turn, throwing caution to the wind.
lumps of wet sand drop from gripped hands,
later, they'll be dry and loose again,
free.....and reunited with the rest.
"each time i struggle, i miraculously survive,
...like you, my green dragon, you persist...stay alive,
...ebbing, flowing with the waves.....in my mind,
............where, you comfortably hide......"
Sally
Copyright June 15, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
(feeling my waters on this figure of speech
....hope i did it right)
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