In The Trees To The Ocean Breeze

by Indian Comma Bean   Oct 27, 2009


Little flower turn your eye,
For the sun mustn't see you cry,
While blood fills up the path it took,
The moon begins to sign the brook.

Weeping butterflies arise
To join their moth brethren in the skies,
While prismatic wings are far too few,
The pallid kinfolk now accrue.

Light bulbs suddenly begin to trip,
Sprinkling noir waters for the ships,
Casting anchor aside their metropolis
They depart from a watery necropolis.

Little boy now turn your eye,
For the world mustn't see you cry,
While the lies take up the path it took,
The heart remains in each simple brook.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    This is indeed a lovely yet a touching poem to read. The flow of this piece took me right through the end..enjoyed the read :)

  • 14 years ago

    by Em

    Beautiful, 5/5. Em

  • 14 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Little boy now turn your eye,
    For the world mustn't see you cry

    ^^

    You used such beautiful language, but for some reason the two lines above really did it for me. It tugged at my heart string big time....

    What a beautiful poem, I am really impressed!

    God bless,

    5/5 Ingrid

  • 14 years ago

    by Cindy

    Very beautiful piece.
    Take care
    Cindy

  • 14 years ago

    by OHgreenman

    This flowed and the word usage was simple, but effective. Another great write!!

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