sometimes, I am a creature
made of stardust and time
and sometimes,
I am a lovely little human
obsessing over rose-tinted wine.
sometimes, I am a creature
made of breathlessness and hate
while others,
I am sunshine that makes us humans so dazed.
sometimes, I am a creature
made of seaweed, kelp, and rot
yet sometimes,
I am nothing, or everything that's not.
sometimes, I am a creature
of fur and teeth and bone
and sometimes,
I am an alien from a world that is not my own.
sometimes, I am a creature
filled with frustration and moved by regret
while others,
I am something I can't remember, but will never forget.
sometimes, I am a creature
made of mornings and sunlit tea
yet sometimes,
I am frogs jumping from lilies.
sometimes, I am a creature
formed of winter ice and molten rock
but sometimes,
I am soft, and gentle, and I am shock.
sometimes, I am a creature
formed from the dazed and confused ramblings of a crazy man
but others,
I am as everything as the closet's shadow man.
sometimes, I am a creature
that resents and spits and burns
and others,
I am smiling, adoring how the ocean churns.
sometimes, I am a creature
depicting dramatically in green waters all that is tragic
and sometimes,
I am faerie bells
and witchcraft, and all that is magick.
YOU ARE READING
sat by the ocean
Poetryphotos are not mine!!! caution: chapter two has an image of a real animal skull. just in case anybody would be uncomfy! (continued onto Laying By The Ocean)
