From the great depths
words bubble up,
breaching the surface gently
with a silent puff.
Seaweed sentences drift up also,
through saltwater spaces,
from darkness to light.
Thoughts float like blue whales
riding a current,
they moan and whistle
against the massive distance,
looking for another.
My ocean mind is calm now,
shimmering at the surface,
but giving harbour
to poems I sharpen,
seen from above.
Oct 5, 2021
Oct 5, 2021 at 8:55 AM UTC
From the great depths
words bubble up,
breaching the surface gently
with a silent puff.
Seaweed sentences drift up also,
through saltwater spaces,
from darkness to light.
Thoughts float like blue whales
riding a current,
they moan and whistle
against the massive distance,
looking for another.
My ocean mind is calm now,
shimmering at the surface,
but giving harbour
to poems I sharpen,
seen from above.