The Rising Tied

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
On disappointment, the dawn of wisdom; and the brutal ways the bubbles burst.

Submitted: May 13, 2011

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I was a child on the beach, blowing bubbles;

I blew miraculous , spherical entities of perfection.

And in them, I saw what I wanted to see -

The world as I imagined it to be :

A happy, happy place.

The salty, salty tang of the sea air,

The blue sky,

The golden sands, uncountably many;

The caressing waves

I dreamed.

I dared to.

I was a child and was at the beach,

I built castles made of sand:

Mighty, marvellous.

I lovingly carved the glowing sand away,

To reveal my Precious.

And in It, I saw what I wanted to see -

The world as I imagined it to be :

A happy, happy place.

The sun shining high,in the sky,

The cry of the hungry gulls.

The horizon in a perfect arc,

And sails on the sea.

I dreamed.

I dared to.

Thrash.

Crash.

Each one of my fantasies,

Spill.

Kill.

All that I’ve lived for.

I lie, a broken bird;

In the wreckage of myself

I see the trampled earth

And hear the silent pop; the signs

Of my life dissolving, diving,

dying away…


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