Poem -
~ SUBMERGED ~
Like sad songs, like tidal waves
In the sacrosanct,
As though from sub-surround
The dead water ping
From submarines,
Declaring a proof through the night
That being submerged
Isn't so frightening,
And that ultimately
It will forever be,
Me,
Alone,
Peering through
The periscope....
For that reason,
Alone, immobile,
My consciousness floats
With indeterminable
Bubbles of oxygen,
Clueing me in
To what has been,
Upside down
And forever preserved,
In my thoughts of love
And songs,
Submerged....
Tony Taylor
August 2024
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Comments
Consciousness at its best! Once again (twice...many times...) a great
writing. Stay well Tony!
Greetings, B
Oh wow... 💙 I could hear the submarine ping all the way through. Brilliant.
Amazing. Thank you for sharing! I look forward to reading more of your writing.