Undertow (not as dark as it seems)

Gold cherry
Poem of the week

By smokejack

Wed, 30 Mar 2022
  • 1096 reads
7 comments
 

Sleep slide slip slow

Deep into the undertow

Fear find fierce flow

Deep into the undertow

No one knows you’re here

Not even you

You can hear yourself asking

If anything is true

What sits on the surface

Is not for serious thinking

When thoughts are sinking

Spike sight smother stow

Deep into the undertow

Bleed Blind Bend Bow

Deep into the undertow

You twist toil and turn

Suffocating with sweat

You freeze and you burn

And remember to forget

Its always been this way

A storm comes and goes

Trouble ebbs and flows

Deep in the undertow.

 

©JMN2022

Certificate U
Poem
Spiritual
Philosophy

Comments

Submitted by airyfairy on

Great use of language and vivid imagery make this a poem that will stay with you as the darkness draws in...and it's our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day! Please do share/retweet if you enjoy it too.

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This would sound great read aloud too Smokejack. Have you ever done a soundcloud recording? Would love to hear it! congratulations on the well deserved golden cherries

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

It is like being spun round, with the short lines and rhymes and alliteration. 

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Lovely word play, smokejack. Would be great read aloud.

Rich

 

Submitted by celticman on

it has a musicality that slips into the undertow. 

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

This is our Poem of the Week! Congratulations! 

Submitted by smokejack on

What can I say people - such kind comments that blew me away.. I'm always surprised when folk read my work I just trundle along writing things that catch my imagination and never expect kind folks to respond. Thank you all so much.