In light of my recent *extended* absence from the blogging scene, I have decided to make a return (mostly thanks to a friend and fellow poet who shall only referred to as Kartoffel. She reminded me (although I doubt she knows this herself) that sometimes stopping to smell the roses takes longer than you think, and you have to make time to do it. And so. I dedicate this very interesting poem to Kartoffel. This poem is interesting because it took me a week to write. Not because of editing and things, but because i limited myself to writing two lines per day for 7 days.... On some days I cheated and wrote three, and on some days I wrote one, so its kinda messy. Also, i didn't read or review the poem until it was finished (the end of the 7th day) so each line/sentence is the product of how i was feeling at that particular moment in time. I did have a theme though (ocean of breeze) and so everything circles around that idea. So, without further ado, here is the poem.
On the ocean of breeze i fly
I soar on top of waves
Ground sky
I see the fish fly and the birds swim
On my ocean of breeze I hear the world cry
Sink, Float, Lather
My Body
My breeze, My ocean of Breeze
As light as a feather I would walk in the sun
Drink in the salt Air.
I would wait for the twilight moon to shine darkness on me
So I may be truly seen
To bleed orange as the water
Danced around me
And cut me like a knife.
The laughing waves tickling my feet as i ran away
From the wrong side of
Time
As an enemy, not a friend
Or a lover, or a confidant
I look back at the ocean of breeze and see
My reflection,
Both sides of my face that are
Cut and bruised and hurt
And I filled the ocean with my tears,
And let them dry in the breeze
Ocean of Breeze
14/04/2013
