Ocean Floor

Oceans fill these light blue lines,

consigned to spaces pre-defined

but the depths contain infinite designs.

Stitching together tight-lipped rhymes

with fast-paced emotions played in double-time

by this bow, my pen, as it grinds

rosin-thick notes from the strings of my mind

as inspiration and isolation intertwine.

Things have changed, some things never do.

I'm sure that thought is familiar to you.

But imagine a time that it was new

to contemplate the consequences from another view

just to make sense of the abuse

that was happening to someone else - not you.

Fill your notebook with the confessions of a different youth.

Dress them up in a fancy suit, cover tattered rags of truth.

Craft a whole world for them to explore,

give them a villain and a lover to adore.

End on a twist, leave them wanting more

so maybe they'll gaze beyond the shore

and discover the tale that inspired the score - 

the whispers of a voice that wanted to roar

but knew that, when given a chance before...

his eyes could do nothing but stare at the floor.

Reviews

[George Anthony]

I read all your poems and this one is probably my favorite. Good rhyme and brilliant wording in all of them. You have a way of composing words together that illustrate exactly what you mean without having to use a single word of explanation. I enjoyed your writing.

[A little flame]

Not what I expected at all. I loved the comparison of writing to oceans. It fits so well! A brilliant poem with words that speak to my heart!

[Sazaku]

I'm really glad you enjoyed it. It always brightens my day to know something I wrote reverberated with a reader. Thanks for the review.

[Surya]

Your title attracted me here, but content here is more enjoyable than it..i enjoyed..:)