Wednesday, October 17, 2012

October





The ocean is always
In you, in me.
Fictitious forces swirl,
Marmoreal seams pitch
Into air where
Gravity dreams.
What is too far
And ancient to see
Can at least be
Heard there
By you, by me.

2 comments:

  1. dear Geo this is profound and beautiful poem!

    you are wonderful player indeed ,play with words and expressions so magnificently and delicately !

    yes we all have oceans within where our wishes and dreams swim ,all we have to do is to take break from noisy and crowdy world and look at them and meet our true self

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    1. Most kind, Baili. Thanks for time-traveling back to this poem. I love the word "crowdy" and will use it to describe busy places. Thank you!

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