Poetry 'n Prose

The Sounds of Waves

The oceans rolls happily you,
Naked enough at the bed
To be my archangel 
Playing with Possums in tropical waters

Keeping me spirited forever
Long before the morning sunrise
Long before stepping stones appear
Back to semi-consciousness

You then morph to an octopus
As sunlight hits my eyelids
As the poly-chlorinated byphenyl sea rolls out over
My muddled brain.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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