Various Romanticism

The self spoken notion before swimming that ocean.

This doesn’t happen quite often

But, I feel like Chopin or at least a lesser mocked one.

A proliferate sounding option, no wait, that isn’t possible.

To put this and that together like..

What are you on son?

But you are not my father.

Hollered what I think a father could bother to be.

Semi-conscious that I’m wrong somehow, collectively.

Will this truth ferment to be that, existing in reality?

Or will this come off to circumvent that actuality?

There is no contention in me, beyond cultured drums venting.

My guttural tongue dribbles my name to supplement suspension.

A perception disperses preventing a catastrophe.

Could you believe such audacity?

Or is it pure ignorance, catching me?

Such large bodies leaving tiny footprints.

As if you weren’t even there to witness.

Reviews

[MomzillaNC]

We all crave understanding and compassion. You express that quite artistically here.

NOTE: I think the longer lines would better fit a more defined meter if you broke them into two lines. Also, the lines should be grouped in stanzas for more impact on your points.

[Radad Ibn Nasir]

Thank you very much, appreciate the help!

[MomzillaNC]

You're welcome. I'm glad my notes were helpful.