Featured Review on this writing by Nite-Owl
"Ouch! That last line "And your gift of raptured pearls, lays tarnished on the beach". Over all the poem was great, loved it!."
Your Promise
What good is your promise,
You’ve gone to time’s lagoons.
We splashed in ankle surf,
And tugged a sinking kite.
What good is that prayer you whispered,
In night's haunted arctic deserts.
When the raging of your storms,
Died beneath an August moon.
What good is your echo,
Your shells forswore their tide pools.
And your gift of raptured pearls,
Lays tarnished on the beach.
Submitted: May 22, 2022
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DampKitten
Fabulous imagery and symbolism. I like your poems..
Sun, May 22nd, 2022 6:15pmAuthor
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Thank you, DampKitten. Your erotica is the almighty, crushing volcanoes in his fists and hurling down the slag.
Sun, May 22nd, 2022 11:57am