Slipping beneath, a crimson tide,
evidence we wish to hide
under the beauty, of an evening’s sky.
Dark clouds, gather - brushing in
pastel colours, filtering overhead… the sin
still… motionless, fading,
is the pleasure within -
one fights, one sin’s
Do you ever feel cold inside
digging deep, looking
for the warmth to hide
your frigid thoughts abound
… then abide.
Swoosh, as the waves come in
tossing, twirling, pulling
as the tide goes out
crimson, is the spot
as darkened clouds gather
watching from above, seeing
where the soul was bought
One man walks,
the other…. whispers secrets, to the sea
with blackness all around
he’s been pushed….
Red sky in morning,
the old sailors warning,
holds the beauty of the tale
washing ashore, in the sea no more
One man talks,
the other off to jail.
"Do you ever feel cold inside
ReplyDeletedigging deep, looking
for the warmth to hide
your frigid thoughts abound
… then abide." it is from this point of the poem where you carry your thoughts and mine,to the past that is not so far away from tomorrow...well done...
fabulous!
ReplyDeleteI invite you to join our Monday poetry potluck this coming week, the theme for week 6 (October 18) is 7 sins…if you could write a poem on one of the sins, link to our potluck, that’s would be a bliss to us, you could simply link in a random poem to share, the pleasure is all yours.
ReplyDeletecheck out us at http://www.jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/
our potluck is open Sunday 8pm to Wednesday, 8am.
Hope to see you in our team this week.