The perfect world is a sea, your eyes

March 15, 2010
By KICK3593 PLATINUM, Roslyn Heights, New York
KICK3593 PLATINUM, Roslyn Heights, New York
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The perfect world is a sea, your eyes,
Only so, like timed on moments to flicker, no
Way in obligation a whisper.
Your sea eyes, they are sea eyes
Because they are blue, and tinged
With emerald green glass.
Your voice does not whisper; if it
Speaks it has the voice of the chaos
Of something shattering, like a vase
Or an oil lamp.

Your chaos is always in the midst, but so distant.
I always played as a boy in your shore,
And tickled sediments and shells and critters alike afloat.
I always longed to sail for you, my dear,
To get through vast storms and witness the
Essence of the rip of torrents; emerald
Green foam, in the gray, black sky,
Into white, blue air.

Sometimes I reminisce about how I cannot reach you,
For the end of your own, to reach mastering-land in
The end. I think, I shall never reach
Into her and pull out treasures to teach about, nor
Enrich her vastnesses, nor form man or woman out of her.
I think, Angels and nymphs never skimmed her surfaces,
They flew right over her and left her to grow like this beautiful, ancient breath.
Nothing, not even smoke, could make such kisses.


The author's comments:
Based heavily on e. e. cummings's "somewhere i have never traveled,gladly beyond". This poem attempts to be as romantic as cummings's; maybe it is more, as in too much.

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on May. 13 2010 at 5:20 am
Katherine93 GOLD, Liverpool, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"the only person you are destined to become is the person that you choose to be" - unknown

oh my god, this is amazing, it is reallly emotive, and really speaks to the reader,

have a look at some of my poems please, i think you would like them.. ;)



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