Wrapped within a painting
The clouds
melted with the ocean,
as a glint of hope
flew over the horizon.
A sea bird
with my weary heart
crossed continents.
Daylight
broke free from the seduction of the sun.
While miracles
formed cotton clouds,
painting fantasies in the sky.
There may still be a chance,
to see the end of this journey.
With the air above,
and the sea below,
to drown is an inviting bliss.
Lorenzo Bernardino, MD
Zorlone, A Dose of Creative Writing
3 comments:
Zorlone, I love this, "the clouds melted with the ocean." You've lulled me into wanting to just sigh peacefully and slip below the surface...that or try to call for the sea bird to bring back my hope :)
I can see everything that is happening within the poem :D, the second stanza is stunning *.*. Sometimes, when things happened, it might be a blessing in disguise =P
@Sarah - Thank you for the lovely comment. I enjoyed writing the poem inspired from the painting.
@RiikaInfinityy - I agree, there are always some other reason for things to happen. They may not be just what they seem to be. The optimist in me believes in the blessing that accompanies such an event in time.
Z
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