Beached
I wrote this trying to express a sentiment I’m not really sure the meaning of which is. Anyway...
Crawling, blue to sunset-red
Fading footprints at their will
Whispered, echoed “come to bed,”
They call, they crash,
“Come deeper, still.”
I hear the blood of sirens speak,
It’s cold and wet and clear to me.
But under all, I understand;
I hear the freedom hitting sand;
Continuing the cycle; sinking
Forces far away expand
And pull them back from red to blue.
Exposing all the earth it slew.
Posted Aug 12, 2019, 12:35 AM UTC
When I read this I read a story of a sailor spending a night entrapped by sirens, only finding freedom when a new morning comes. It's interesting to say for sure, but it's a little scattered. Ultimately, you say you weren't really sure what you're getting at with it in the first place, I think if you give yourself some time and thought and work out the emotion that wrote this, and then take another look at it, you'll be able to express yourself more vividly.
It’s interesting you got that. Ultimately it’s actually about waves and kind of speculating at some underlying meaning in them/their rhythm. I was exploring some unknown underlying voice or message thus the “siren” call. Thx for the feedback