I tend to put spilled emotions
into art these days,
to sedate my mind
and chain nostalgia
while you tend to read
inappropriate poems
online, these days,
just like this one,
to fill up a need,
maybe, and I guess
that's fine.
But please be advised that
we are now treading on
water. To make out which
is oil from seawater is
a risky business but I
require no divination.
Though I know our boat
is still at bay; stationed,
ready to sail at our orders
and that is still fine,
even if we now carry a storm
on our shoulders lately,
which is why there are
weather forecasts
just like this, disguised
as inappropriate poems
online, you should read
and it doesn't require
any divination.
YOU ARE READING
Live
PoetryOur hearts are brave as fire, minds gentle as earth, dreams are fluid as water, and our souls are as free as the wind. (Poetry and Prose) #2 of the end-live-begin trilogy.
