Tip tap tip tap echoed in my sanctuary
Each day comes extra ordinarily
When I swim across the ocean of poetry
Filled with new lights for words actually
Many were in deep melancholy
Some were shared sensuously
Caverns of secrets, sometimes lustfully
Kept in the columns of boundary
Tip tap tip tap echoed in my sanctuary
Each day comes extra ordinarily
When I swim the ocean of poetry
I’d like to tread water vigorously
In hopes to swim one day gracefully.
(20150412)
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Geek Poet
about 4 yearsNice use of the swimming metaphor. I do have one problem with the word ethereally It didn't gel in my head. In poetic terms it means airy, astral, fanciful, nebulous, whimsical. In the adjective it is godlike, holy, heavenly, perfect, intangibly, lightly. Other than that it's a well constructed piece. I imagine the afterlife to be more concrete in a psychic manifestation of our consciousness. I would not want it to be ethereal. But in a solid state within our minds. In permanence rests the cornerstone of faith. Absolute certainty and assurance of God's love, wherein the absence of time constructs a magnificent citadel of our immortal souls
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over 3 yearsVery well done, you are growing.