by AlaSkA   Jul 3, 2007

I reel in a scent of brine,
for a spell of time, and time again
I am,
forever sleeping,
drifting toward tomorrow.
An echo, this day,
those days,
like now-a-days..
Is just a fleeting image-
In the crux of things.


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  • 12 years ago

    by Jess

    Nice Word Choice!!
    Very Impressive!
    5/5 :)

  • 14 years ago

    by Blissful

    Another refreshing read different from the norm and something I quite enjoyed. It flowed perfectly and the repitition was effective in getting across your message. I loved how it was short yet held so much power and meaning. You are talented no doubt.

    Well done.

  • 15 years ago

    by HidinVictim

    Hmmm... this some how made me sad... it seems you don't get much out of life... and your kind of... froating mentally... does that make sense?? still very good piece... 5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by Finalgravedigger

    It was a short and sweet write, what i imagined was a person tired of everyday life, wanting something new, a way out but it was impossible and everything would remain the same nice poem.

  • 15 years ago

    by Poetess Lana

    Very good free verse, although it was short. You have an impressive vocabulary.

    "An echo, this day,
    those days,
    like now-a-days.."

    That was absolutely my favorite part... it can have so many different meanings.