Dark Eden Poem by Eddie Roa
Dark Eden
I lived in depths of a hundred fathoms
Where days are dark and cold
Darting shrimps leave silver streaks
The only light to be seen at noon
You can’t tell when it’s ebb or tide
In my abyss no precision gauge
Measure what is great and small
Leviathans and weak fish equal in esteem
Friendly barnacles smile but who’s to see
Sea grass greet should anyone come
Fiddler crabs play mute chamber music to
An audience of groupers with mouths agape
Endless miles of filigreed corals
Graceful kelp lined row on row
A regal maze of lime green hedges
Lie hidden in deep blue trenches
Loveliest place in all of the seven seas
Only if a million bonfires could be lit
An Eden kept secret, you know it’s there
Illumined by floodlights of my mind
These are nice descriptions, but the beauty of them is muted by the absence of rhythm and rhyme. This is one piece of writing that needs it badly because the fact that it is not there is very noticeable to me. I am also sure that the readers will notice it as well. GW62
A lovely piece of work. It carried the reader along with it till the very end. Quite moving and masterful. R
Beautiful poem. Not many people sit and look at the beauty of the world.
i couldn't agree more with the their comments sir...it's amazing..perhaps words are not even enough to describe your poem. And i know your putting your heart in it.. I have a new poem too.Entitled 'picture' i hope you can read it but its not necessary to give a comment. Thank you sir. Beautiful poem.
Wow Dark Eden is very well written. As soon as I started reading it I felt a chill go down my spine. Nice descriptions.
I feel sad when reading this poem.. But well written Krista
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 8:19:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
When I was a boy I use to play by the sea shore. Know just what you mean in the poem.