One’s innocence of thought is not to taint;
But chance and luck, to die, are their own die,
So rolled the eyes I mulled of blue to paint
The dandelions I would bring to lie.
It’s when you blinked, the sea in me arose,
And though I failed the art of lean and learn
To press or rip your buttons...but surprise
Would win occasion, there my waves would turn
On something new to grasp, despite the clues
In scatterings, for then the sun to sing
Our eyes together, whether jazz or blues
Invoked the rhythm-close enough to ring!
You wanted matrimony made to light,
Yet all the yellow rich in me drew fright.
About the Creator
Christian Lee
My nom de plume is Lee Arachnid; think: spider-poet. Here you will find non-fiction and poetry. I interweave elements of nature and my personal experience into uniquely crafted stories. I love idleness, Felidae, literature, and soundscapes.
Comments (3)
“The sea in my arose,”. What a powerful line. A thousand words painted in five. Truly poetic. 🥰
The way each line capitulates to the next, giving over to a new turn to the story, seriously gave me chills. This is so good! Wow.
Wow, this poem is gorgeous, mysterious, and tells a compelling story. When I read it, I begin to put pieces together of what happened, but I still wonder. I really love this. Great work! I hearted and subscribed. :)