Endless Sighting of Sand in PalmyraA Poem by jonahRed irons, red masts, mist; This is the sea.
Missed. We should have sailed a little bit further so we had,
at least,
a little chance to return home. Hovering within the malaise of this dense afterimage; I can hug all these trunks, I can hug you again on a day that just seems to collapse into a recursive bonfire, airplanes that fly into inaudible sunlight.
It came to our toes with a hum, -like a lost black box- with freak foams of flotsam critters, telling us of a splash so weightless it never knows from where it has sprung. Then, a shore. Then, a small spoon. A swoon? Because of what inside the crates? Because of
what behind the crates. Because we hate having dinner at home. All flushed (honey, you’re holding my hand too tightly) as we starts decomposing the patterns of our wallpaper, the calendar in the hotel room, the monotonous bark of dogs. It seems that it’s the sharks now. The sharks…
The bend. You see it? I’m taking it all, day by day, bone by bone, runways for ghosts. Afternoons send us to a missing sleep under green, humdrum, gossamer palms.
Because I saw it concealed within your hair, the fine linen of alien winds. Troubled, since it was never with us in the first
place, it asked with the strangest tone of air:
“Who are you? Why are you here?” © 2015 jonahAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on February 7, 2015 Last Updated on February 23, 2015 Tags: mystery, loss, depression, tragedy, isolation AuthorjonahIndonesiaAboutI'm 19 year old christian man who lives in Indonesia. Sometimes i find it difficult for me to explain my thoughts and emotions in a solid, organized way. I must admit, that's one weakness of mine that.. more..Writing
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