Merrytime
A Shallow Peak Inside a Shoreline Romance
In times as such I want to turn to thee
I picture us at the head of the bay
With airy salt our plights begin to flee
At sight of the Pacific twirl and sway
______
The clouds, they form a gentle blanket wan
It falls upon us with a gentle grace
We wait atop our sandy bed for dawn
As light begins to emphasize your trace
______
Our hands like shells which sit between the rill
Their shapes fill gaps between each other’s break
Your voice with tune that shames the siren’s skill
And eyes of green which make the ocean ache
______
The moment’s beauty captured in our bliss
Serenely locked within ambrosial kiss.
About the Creator
Michael Lamarche
During the Pandemic, I sought to explore writing. I genuinely thought I was on the cusp of poetic genuis, creating metaphors only comparable to Shakespeare himself. Now, I see I fall more under a Dr. Seuss level - only without the racism.
Keep reading
More stories from Michael Lamarche and writers in Poets and other communities.
Bird's-eye View
Again, I lay restlessly pressed against the chafe of synthetic polyester, grasping for slumber with a desperation which grows more abortive with each passing tick. My repugnance towards the clock face thickens with every glance, its visage twisting into a menace of unprecedented mockery. The brassy echo of its ticks bellow and I recoil deeper into my linen until the heat of my breath prompts my surrender. I raise a weary frame, hunched in sulking defeat by my enemy and shift my feet indolently to the floor, its contact chilly and overtly offensive.
By Michael Lamarche3 years ago in Poets
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.