Many of these have been posted elsewhere, taken down, fixed, put back up, taken down again, and so forth. Others have gone through the trial by fire that is a creative writing workshop (several times over, in fact). Whilst others have yet to be polished in any way shape or form. Do feel free to read over them and leave feedback as you please.
Into the Ocean
All is drifting,
lain still upon the shattered wood
remains of his maiden;
Fingers grappling with shards of the sea,
losing.
Betrayal, a spark, the powder, then nothing.
Though duty laid him down,
fate preserved him.
Now the sea, as before, as always;
ever present.
Unforgiving.
Sweet.
Suffocating.
Home.
______
There Is No Us In Silence
You,
You were mid-day banter,
Clear and dry like the summer skies.
And we,
We were sun-kissed berries,
Always a bit too ripe.
But now,
Now we’re stereophonic silence.
Not noise,
Not static,
Not a whisper.
Silence,
The act of
sound
executing
fury.
Still in the process of playing with the spacing of the lines in the final stanza. Any suggestions?
