Taught by tragedy,
Loved by angels.
Loss of catastrophic magnitudes.

Can however,
Turn into sweet juices,
Intravenously fed
The broken,
De-winged creatures,
Playing solitaire in the corner,
Of drug stores.
However this drug store
Only sells watermelon juice,
And the ocean is the neighbor.

To jump into
An ocean,
That leaks memories,
Can be like tar to a heart,
Provoking immense illusions,
Deepened by time.

But I confide in the ocean
Like I do the moon,
And the crows
Flies away with all pain,
And they don’t look back.

Warm blooded man,
Is knocking on the door to
My dreams,
And I wish he would soon reveal
Himself to me again,
Because he is my best friend.


~ by Aquatic Poetry on April 10, 2011.

One Response to “Solitaire”

  1. an interesting array of images within the poem.

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