C.R. Blazo

Rookie (11`21`79 - Present / Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania)

Warm Waters - Poem by C.R. Blazo

A blue-green birthing of me
Frothy sloshing with salted smell
I glide in the current
And I bobble in the swell
Below are my dangling feet
To root into the sand
The matriarchal torrent spins me
With a soft caress of her hand
Bleeding out with love so new
Dialates my world to me
Normality has fell askew
To creatures with diplomacy
I'd clasp the hand of nothing stale
While casting shadows on the deep
Nary a soul will mortify
While death still tends to creep.


Comments about Warm Waters by C.R. Blazo

  • Reyvrex Questor Reyes (8/19/2012)


    Nice flow and sentiments. Okay. Good reading for me. (Report) Reply

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  • (8/18/2012 5:15:00 PM)


    A fantastic poem, really like it. (Report) Reply

  • Alon Dy (8/18/2012 5:12:00 PM)


    nice poem.please feel free to comment to my poems as well.Thank you. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 18, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, September 7, 2012


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