Visiting the Don

poem by: Dawn
Written on May 22, 2019

I watch as the roaming sea
(whose wandering rivulets unravel
posthumous biographies
with nuances corroding
the mystery of untouched sands)
fills rivers with muffled words.

My eyes travel
(distances beyond our curdled whites
to shores whose cultured tones
roll like restless hills
lamenting their broken lines)
with ships and dying sunsets.

You are venturing
(to dive in mermaids' coves
revealing their buried tales,
wrapped in murky clouds
of tenebrous veins)
and I am content

--to whisk a limpid hand
(in churning waters' waves
reflecting your seeking gaze
and the wanderlust
that simmers)
through my most desolate sighs.


(Just a side note...if you get rid of the words in parentheses, the poem still stands alone.. in a brevity piece. )

 

Tags: Imagery, Hope, Encouraging, Riddle, Metaphor, Inspirational, Abstract, Wishful, Deep,

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A previous user commented on May 26, 2019 at 10:14pm
This is awesome Dawn, The imagery hits the spot. whoever it is you're writing about is thankful I'm sure :D

 

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