Warming Up

 

 

caught up

in swells

of random hope

fathoms deep

the air thick

my visions sicken

swallowed in thin

waters drowning

partially suffocated

in mild winds

 

the lack of depth

in the failure of surface

struggling with pointless tools

my carpenter has quit

for fear of lay offs

 

from here

there is no top

nor sides

containment is tangible

dimensions numbing

and evasive

not elusive

 

sometime

from somewhere

that voice will arise

and I will prepare for him

my last remaining light

no matter how

long his journey

from the bottom

knowing this always

 

 

robin

Reviews

[Angel's Lady]

caught up
in swells
of random hope
fathoms deep ---- And I found myself amidst the ebb and flow...

Very nicely written, Robin.

there is no top
nor sides
containment is tangible --- You always seem to paint the exact picture, so I'm never left guessing.

dimensions numbing
and evasive
not elusive

WRITE ON! Author, author!

[Legion]

Direction is necessary. Something that may be hard to find, but it is necessary. Not your usual faire, but a damn good piece. I give it two hooves up.