We are aquatic creatures:
we dwell into our own depths;
sometimes,
we re-surface to play,
and innocently
we plunge—we plunge
like dolphins into the love's game,
for recreation, and creation;
only to retreat in recuperation...
we bleed—we bleed
in heart's spasmodic sufferance;
the blood dilutes
throughout the oceanic sailing of life...
and yet,
we swim—we swim
lethargically; lingering
at the bottom of this oceanic life:
silently, emotionally,
but with an impatient expectation
to plunge again
into the game of love;
however old...
A truly inspired oracle of love. Both beautifully and handsomely crafted, because it deals with the depths and emotions of both men and women. Ah! Gasping and drowning in love, there are worse ways to go. Just follow the bubbles from the bottom to the top and when you break the surface they will kiss you when they pop.
This is a beautiful poem in your pen dear madam. It has been so nicely delineated on life, love and ocean. I quote.... and yet, we swim—we swim lethargically; lingering at the bottom of this oceanic life: silently, emotionally, but with an impatient expectation to plunge again into the game of love; however old... Thanks for sharing.
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Wow! An ocean of love, the depth of our emotions, the waves washing us up to the shore as we recuperate and revive, the tide sweeps us up as we willingly try again in the deepest oceans to release our creativity of love and dreams. To try again to give willingly all that we are to the promise of love again! Outstanding write!