[ paro - 4: ] weightless
The ship cuts through
white-browed waters of
halting pandemonium
and everlasting staticity:
a ghost-vessel, gliding
through a sea no-one
ever ever believed in.
A full wind sweeps by,
and it is just as glorious
as the head of a rising melody.
Let the world fall away,
it whispers. And I will
take you to the next world
and you can dream for all
eternity.
A hand holds out
the red-skinned apple. And
dark eyes widen.
You could be weightless,
it whispers. Nothing.
Tired fingers close around
the red-skinned apple. And
dark eyes close.
a/n:
for round four of "pâro", a contest by wildsorrows.
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Ephemeral Obscurity
Poetry❝I have never been myself as much as I have with you and all these words.❞ A beginner's attempt at poetry, exploring a few different forms and voices while trying to convey loss and beauty. Organized alphabetically, so feel free to read in what...
