My Tempest.

My Tempest.

A Poem by smalltownsympathies

What am I, but a tender soul
crossing paths,
clashing swords, 
seizing my dear friend enigma 
amongst the storming clouds of even our 
brightest days.
I could sail against your enslaving tides, walloping sea serpents, and 
ever-widening waters as 
oceans upon oceans layer me filthy.
Please pardon my journeys,
as the vibes of my disheartened tone plague your confidence.
Comrades amongst your dishevelled lands
mark breadcrumbs for your swallows, for they 
are beckoned yonder.
But none too weary, such as I.

© 2011 smalltownsympathies


Author's Note

smalltownsympathies
Speak the truth.

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This was great especially the last lines. the lines "I could sail against your enslaving tides, walloping sea serpents and ever-widening waters as oceans upon oceans layer me filthy" beautiful. good job ! nice language as well.

Posted 12 Years Ago


I'm pondering the last lines a little too much, but the first six lines are telling me that you are searching for meaning in things, "what am I, but a tender soul". You're allowing the truth to flow through your own perception.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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smalltownsympathies
smalltownsympathies

nowhereville, NY



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16; female. Highly pessimistic. Addicted to the pen in my hand and my love, the only one that holds my heart. Vacant feelings, broad emotions. I am a paradox within my own being. more..

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