I suck at poetry--that much is obvious. But I went to some poetry reading thing today and I was really inspired. Not sure what to make of this, but let me know your thoughts on it, eh?
Pebbles
The pebbles,
they click and cry
by the sea of sighs.
This fairytale,
and this me,
this chapped stone
below the sand below the sun.
This fairytale in which the sighs
break.
The waves
stop.
The erosion batters into itself like
fire. Fighting fire.
Someone has grabbed the blue water,
cast it into the sky—and!
There I see the sea, a watcher,
flinging red velvets at sunset.
And I, the hidden pebble,
betrothed to the bed
of the sea,
the newest desert.
