Sun Below The Cedarwood Poem by Sebastian Sandok
Sun Below The Cedarwood
The sun shimmers upon my face as I loaf below the Cedarwood
I ask, what will become of the man
who will not become of himself
To embrace eachother as if we were droplets from the horizon dew
As if we, we were the molecules from the water which we came
Oh, beautiful you, do not placate your own, yourself, your me
Only swim deeper and deeper into the abyss of oneself
Far is only further than you have ever been
and further is only farther than the mind can see
the waters surface remains still, though we ripple
over and over again.
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4/25/2024 9:48:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Solid imagework, makes this piece come alive for the readers ingest..Ever experiment w/ couplet stazaing? ...this piece might look creatively & graphically better groomed, with this structure(just an idea that a good poet lent to me awhile back, & that has worked well for me when appropriate) A JOB WELL DONE, SEBASTIAN.....'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''{F. j. R.}