Ryan Swanson

Alone In This Tide - Poem by Ryan Swanson

Upon the sweeping blue and tears of yesterday,
roars of internal voices at war with the morrow;
ensnared by foretold gales sits our castaway,
the vessel but green from orienting sorrow.

Upon this black insidious serpent swell,
Where demons contemplate their existence;
The divine chasm of lies and guilt do dwell,
A soaking delusion as a light in the distance.

Upon the deadly waltz of the green sea,
Lightning bends with leaps in a jete of flame,
Liberating courage with leaves from the lime tree,
His spirit at battle with Irit, yet worthy of proclaim.

Upon the sweeping blue and tears of fate,
My heart paints yellow its sea and swell.
Lost in wind and pain, a tale alone does he prate,
A frightened sob, his last farewell.

Upon thy ocean’s new found glory,
He sits and cries upon his dory.

Topic(s) of this poem: ocean, sea

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 22, 2015

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