I.S.




Thee, 'Insatiable Sea'
Awaits to swallow the whole world
'Tis but a droplet mere silver, blue
Tears were cried to fill
'Til your windowsill
Quite full became with days
Going on somehow, someways
Are definitely another
Night to Light who might it bother?
Question of complexity
Going smiling as are we
Thee, 'Insatiable Sea'




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-12-12 at 10:50

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An intriguing blend of ominous and indifferent, with some pleasing rhymes too. As ever, imagination illuminates your poetry, my friend – applause!
2013-12-12