Lit.Org - a community for readers and writers Advanced Search

Average Rating

(0 votes)

You must login to vote

Twin sails are disappearing in your eyes,
they are too bottomless for sonar-pings,
a stormfront nears to fill up empty skies
and kills all vessels, fit for beggars, kings.
Two tones from a variety of strings
reverberate in snych with the machines
which pull and push a saltless surf that clings
to shallow coasts and hollow in-betweens.
Let`s pull the plug, let`s blank those TV screens
with blank that is significant and brings
relief for relatives, an end to hopeless scenes
where all are listening but no one sings.
I can imagine an unheared farewell,
but what I see is a discarded shell.

Related Items


The following comments are for "Bottom"
by Sneaky

Add Your Comment

You Must be a member to post comments and ratings. If you are NOT already a member, signup now it only takes a few seconds!

All Fields are required

Commenting Guidelines:
  • All comments must be about the writing. Non-related comments will be deleted.
  • Flaming, derogatory or messages attacking other members well be deleted.
  • Adult/Sexual comments or messages will be deleted.
  • All subjects MUST be PG. No cursing in subjects.
  • All comments must follow the sites posting guidelines.
The purpose of commenting on Lit.Org is to help writers improve their writing. Please post constructive feedback to help the author improve their work.