I see the ocean after
Months thin without the
Exuberance of waves
The sea here is
Different.
It rushes in solemn
Ribbons lacing the
Coast like a widows
Corset choking a cry
At the wake.
I am the black coast;
Sail to me, for I shall
Coax the sorrow of
Your doom from mouths
Watered by tears. Theyre
All
Roses to me.












Comments
Strong close.
Ah, I love this stanza:
It rushes in solemn
Ribbons lacing the
Coast like a widows
Corset choking a cry
At the wake.
And the title - perhaps something dark and sea-related? like Salt-reaper (hmm not too crazy about that one either...)
i was also looking for something sea-related but failed to come up with anything...
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i also have difficulty with titles...maybe i should just leave it?
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'Beauty will save the world'
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'Beauty will save the world'
--Fyodor Dostoevsky
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