Losing

Catch myself

     The string

I hold on tide with

       Is slipping

         Away

From my finger tips;

 

       As I trod

Into a boundless forest

           At  

That heavy foggy evening

Gaze at a few flickering stars.

 

        As I dive

Into the bottom of the ocean

       Hold my breath

        Suffocating,

Surrounding by the dark water;

 

Reach out my hands

       Try to

        Seize

The end of that string…  

Reviews

[Winslow Des Totes]

I love the airiness and the flow to this piece. Every word hangs in the air like a balloon gently floating on as you jump about trying to catch it. Very good use of diction and syntax, also great control in bringing all back together at the end. Glad to see you've posted more!!

[Sami Khalil]

I guess I'm the first one to review this nice poem...:)

[Sihexie]

Thanks for your review! Sami

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...Any time...:)