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M Solav Sep 2018
​Explosion of the white tree,
A synapse in the damp air.
The fluid around the corsair,
Ambassador of the secret;
The perfume of a comet
Descends upon the wetland.

A goosebump stretches my hair;
Ripples forming across the sea
As nostril and flowers meet
Miles and miles without end.

The green flame always return
In a frenetic haze, a burst of fire,
As the solar wave caresses the earth
At welcomed glances, so soft a fur.

A last effort renewed forevermore;
Delirious poison continually brewed;
An elixir against the veil of dusk;
Cause and effect from dust to dust.

As the mind steps out back further,
It finds itself returned at the core,

Til all of Spring elapses.
Written in July 2016.


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Harry Gione May 2018
i fall and shatter into so many pieces
that leave splints and gashes in so many people
that they fall and shatter
and lay here with me
E McNamara Mar 2018
The sky
A reflection of the sea.
Is that what I am?
A reflection of who I want to be?

It’s wrong
That my words are gentle ripples.
When I want them to be
Roaring oceans.

My reflection is a sea
Trapped inside a raindrop
I’m going to break free
With crashing waves inside of me.
Lylock Feb 2018
It's easy for me
To get caught up in the what ifs
To question everything I did
I can't touch the universe
Without leaving ripples
There are rivers to places
But maybe streams if I had just
I have never done anything
Consequenceless
What have I given up?
marshay lewis Jan 2018
There something about remembering
The ripples in the current
The break in the silence
An ever ringing tone
that rebounds through the sea
and oh my nostalgia
How long has it been
Since you have left me
The center of that breaking wave
The remembrance of my longing heart
Long ago a core reminder
And now shallow pulls in a raging ocean
Take me back to that quiet breaking water
Where I was once a little fish
In a small pond
Yearning to be free
Fumbletongue Oct 2017
The impact of a loved one ripples outward
The wind has changed direction
The ripples are now waves
White capped knuckles of grief
Memories escape cradled in saline
Slipping out of the heart
Tear drop ripples echo back
            Plip
                      Plop
Adding to the turbulent beauty
A lifetime shared
A moment of forever
Time slows to weightlessness
Hanging on the cresting inhale of the heart
Nakia Oct 2017
I am a still body of water.
Motionless and patient.
Determined to disappear into the bigger picture.
Slipping through the cracks of thoughts.
Always unnoticed.
I can be nothing.
I am.
That is
Until there is a rock.
Tossed into me.
Into my very depths.
Making every part of me move with life.
Everything awakens.
I feel like some part of me is different.
No longer calm and still.
But alive and well.
And just like that
A few ripples are created.
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