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"Did you know that all of this
empty space
was once an ocean?"

It was vast,
wasn't it?

now, only
a ship graveyard waits
forgotten, it's jagged pain
cradled
in my rib's embrace

the smiling masts
(which punctured my heart)
have turned scornful
and brood
over absent sails
and absent winds

and the wide mouths
gaping from rotting hulls
groan and sigh
toward distant whale call
they will never replicate
or answer.

"No, I never knew it was full of life."

but, I suppose
I always held crumbling
fishbones and fossils
between fervent kisses, and tasted
the rusty husks of anchors
on the tips of your fingers

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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 13 years ago
it sounds

like annaswirls with yet another alias. bore- ink

simply__mesimply__mealmost 13 years ago
even with the quibbles

that are mentioned below, this is good. I might add, look at something besides jagged. It's another word I seem to read often (and use!). I like the way the title sets this poem up.

Corpse_riderCorpse_rideralmost 13 years ago
Full of quality

This is very good. A haunting piece of poetry.

twelveoonetwelveoonealmost 13 years ago
I like this

came back

can we find another word for "fervent" has to be one of the top ten overused words in Literotica

twelveoonetwelveoonealmost 13 years ago
A5

this is one of those poems, that needs to sit with me. Right now the only thing I can come up with, is consider changing and to of, (of absent winds). Strange and intriguing. A5. Consider:

and wide mouths

gape from rotting hulls

groan toward distant whale call

Play with this, I like this.

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