This poem is allegorical and depicts the high level of pride in human,even in the dreadest abyssal state... Oh!


Blues Poem II

As I sat as the sea shore,
A man of ill state i did saw:

His eyes,
Have cries
That nature had lent him.
Battered and shartered beside the sea was he,
Laying helpless with the last breath
Striving to leave for death.
Torn attire: as that of a king-
The sea indeed pierce him with her sting.
Hair washed white in misery,
Body baked in sorry.

But,yet despite his state,
With his glottis he did say:

'Why marvel at me though lad?
Why think over me and thus sad?
I'm a man of a clan,
With plans in span.
Though i may be here in death,
But qoute me,the sea cannot fear my breath!
Only if i'll give in to her alone,
Then alone will my life in her flown".
18:03:27:17:47

Inspired by Percy's 'Ozymandias'...




Poetry by Ajoshberry
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Written on 2018-03-26 at 18:52

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I can envision this, and hear it. As Shelley made classical references, I see it in this, the torn attire—Odysseus in beggar's threads, still a king.

Well done ~
2018-03-26