Bliss Upon The Waves

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this blip upon the timeline, your body is supported and held by something real.</p><p id="df0c">The pulsating Earth, pushing back with anger, allowing you to lay still and float upon its delicate surface.</p><p id="ba1a">Join us at Poetry Playground:</p><div id="0f74" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/welcome-to-the-playground-1742f35a3159"> <div> <div> <h2>Welcome to the Playground</h2> <div><h3>Let the play begin!</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*JNJMst2995mgzItmX-7-fw.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="7029">More poetry:</p><div id="b72b" class="link-block">

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A poem, following this week’s ‘Sea’ prompt

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Your skin burns again, so you slide into the water, a graceful image, a small freedom a quiet moment, a brief and fleeting bliss. Caressed by the waves, reddened arms slowly shift to pink again. Your feet atop the sediment, the bones and the sand. A giant, clumsy movements brushed away with crushing waves.

Inner tension brewing, a distant flame, a distraction, a reminder of what they made you do.

A thousand eyes watching, the voyeurs attaching names and labels, the file tucked away.

But, for this small moment, this blip upon the timeline, your body is supported and held by something real.

The pulsating Earth, pushing back with anger, allowing you to lay still and float upon its delicate surface.

Join us at Poetry Playground:

More poetry:

Alternatively, you can purchase my poetry anthology, Portrait of a City on Fire, on Amazon.

If you want to support my writing, you can also donate using Ko-fi.