I knew him. Before he
knew he. I knew him.
And what he used to see,
when the sun kissed the horizon
and made love to the sea,
has faded into a distant memory.
NafeCT wrote:His foot trudged forth further into the deep;
mere steps to his endless journey.
I knew him. Before he Like Crook said before me, I'm not sure about these lines and the enjambement here... I feel it makes the poem too choppy.
knew he. I knew him.
He had changed. He
had seen too much.
From the spears they made, comma
to the blood-soaked sands my shores now held.
My terrain and it's flactuity; he'd travelled it.
My skies and their uncertainty; he'd endured them. I like these lines a lot
Only to have the beauty of life
stolen from his eyes.
And what he used to see,
when the sun kissed the horizon
and made love to the sea,
has faded into a distant memory.
I'd changedhim.
The dusk and dawn, the rise and set,
erase yesterday but can't forget. The pain, I love this rhyme
the plight my sons' wars had caused. He,
so beautifully,he
knelt at my feet
and let my rains try to wash him clean.