Silently, I wait for the thundering waves to ease
Looking past to the soft spot between the sky and sea
A shape blurring, collapsed bone, asking to be set free
Heartbeat tuned in, melded ship bows reaching overseas
Cast out to harbor on the shores of pirates
Looted ruby pomegranate cut open, bleeding crimson
Warmed ache spreading deep into a fleeting season
Hope cast on stilled sails, weary and delicate
Reflected in presence, disguised as care held up by boredom
Swells of a storm brewing, set on a layer dusted in rosy sight
Breaking like shards of shooting stars weary of sunlight
I collect at twilight to scatter in dawn’s freedom.
Its dew - wrapped in blades of breaths, catch and release
Breaking you apart in a calm sea, no longer my centerpiece.
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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