The Windward Side
a poem
By Pamela Williams /Perthena#2476Published about a year ago • 1 min read
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Photo by DIEGO SANCHEZ on Unsplash
Who will in the sea from capsized boat flow her-maids, he-maids, sea-maids be where riptides swirl and spin a tale of immortality? No gravity to keep in space confined?
A bloody moon shines a glowing light on night bird eyes, glistening reflective drops of salt in season; seasons hide from sorrow when a freighter passes by. Sometimes a struggle strips away a memory when focused on a broad immersing tide.
Choking waves break over bow and clean away so many fears; a lighthouse becomes darkness, an intrusive lie. For from the deep truth splashes on the windward side.
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This is just gorgeous. This style of poetry is one of my favorites; impressionistic and way more visual than literary, though still very literary, of course. Hard to describe, but it’s so fun to play with and to read. This one is beautiful, and the slant rhymes between stanzas is *mwah* just perfection.