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Mirror of the ocean
a reflection of itself
Into the future is the moon
the tides sway to its way
...
Call unto the sea
withness the bells of love
birth the gods of the sky and waters
all in a drop of madonna
...
Deeper than eyes could see
Pressure from within
Energies rebirth
Aroused by the cry of the storm
...
Still waters, troubles with no curve
Gentle breeze with discrete whispers
walking by the nights
As the world was new
...
Colour the world
Lay golden carpets in the sky
Usher a new day
To caress the night with your glimmering light
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There is a beautiful serenity to this poem dante
That whispers of balmy sunsets
and a feeling of nostalgia.
Lover the imagery you create :)
Raj highlighted the same lines I was going to call attention to!
This is lovely. The rhythm makes me think of Matthew Arnold's Dover Beach, with a very simple opening line,
But the tone changes:
And by the end, we get the ignorant armies clashing by night.
Your poem leaves me with the tranquility, not Arnold's strife, and I am grateful for that. :)
I'm glad you found this amazing, Carol.
Trying something different. Took a cue from the community challenge sorta. Complements accepted. Gonna have a lot of time to be creative. City is going on full lockdown in the next 24 hours.
Nice poetry with powerful rhythm
Thanks fam.