Weeds

 

Letting go of an ocean
tied to a hand.
The waves makes one
wonder,
why not
letting go daily
would be
of better comfort
to both mind
and matter.

The weeds
are planted
and roots tend to be deep.
An upheaval
could take time,
enough.

Faintly,
the surface,
allure the sight
to the task
of neon bridges
in need
of being crossed.

~ by Aquatic Poetry on January 3, 2013.

One Response to “Weeds”

  1. Love it, it like describing my last moments in DK

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