I was younger than 6
I would be playing barbies
Using my doll house daily
My brother in the background playing action figures
Noises of our imagination circling the room
Until we stood quiet for once
We hear the sea outside splash with anger
And screams of the deep ocean
It's like there has been two oceans besides me
And i'm a country that’s in between
I visit the pacific at times
I live with the Atlantic
Although I wonder if they wake up at night
And feel their currents rush towards each other
But never touch
Tonight there are two oceans in one house
Tonight there are two oceans in one house
And the words i'm hearing are making uneven seas oppose against me
Roaring with anger
And hitting against rocks
Rocks that are surrounding me
So I don't get hurt
Fighting for an object
More valuable than diamonds
And it finally ended.
The description makes me feel as if I was there. The description of the sea made it sound very angry and it came to life.
ReplyDeleteI really like how you use the oceans as metaphors for, I think, your parents fighting.
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ReplyDeleteI like how you described it with detail to give readers imagery as if they were there great poem!
ReplyDeleteWow Laura this made me feel like I was there playing barbies with you. ;) lol this was good Laura, proud of you.
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