The sea lapped at the dungy edge of the land.
The brine churned in the pale day,
clothing the blue depths in alabaster lace
that reached out to the horizon.
Bare feet softly drifted in and out with the tide,
the arenose shore crumbling between trembling toes.
Each delicate step left a lingering inkling
of what once impressed the malleable earth.
Fervent furors swept past,
unbridled as prodigal Vanners;
they swept past the jagged cliffs,
scraping away the splintering rock into the cobalt swells
Ashen linen draped across the sky,
mingling with the mist of the sea through woven lattice.
Creases in the fabric spawned dark trenches,
and small breaks allowed slivers of silver light to break through.
This eternal shiver of the day caressed all in sight
in the same way as a pianist's nimble fingers
stroked the ivory and onyx keys,
the fading world no longer tangible to mortal touch.
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Once, We Lived | Poetry Collection Completed
PoetryA collection of poetry from the high-school years of an semi-angsty teen with too much time on her hands. This is an exploration of the different facets of life and the perceptions of a teen of the 2010s with a knack for words. Warning: contains con...
