This is the battleground for equality. Words are the weapons, poetry is the cavalry and humanity is what’s at stake. Assemble with me armed with words….
The sails limp, the ocean still, the sun a distant beast
As it sinks I sip my drink and look out to the east
A pyramid rises, from the ocean depths
A molten pitted heart, bubbling steam its breath
I’m currently sailing around the world and have started the travel blog, Sea Stroll. Check out my latest post, a prose partner of this poem. Come and join me for the voyage.
Blanketed by breeze, cushioned by peace. A lullaby is sung by the harmony of seas.
Ocean forms melodies. The crescendo sounds as waves clash with cliffs. Rocks echo the oceans songs. Wrath chimes peace in the Puerto Rican seas.
The wind kisses my cheek. A gentle peck, almost as if a gust of breath was all that caressed. It can’t have been just its breath. Warmth is dancing with the hairs on my flesh. A mere exhale has no reach to my extremities. The wind blows my never-ending goodnight kiss.
A nightlight in the moon. It plays hide and seek with the clouds. “Peekaboo” the nightly game. Oceans glisten with the moon’s sheen as islands protrude in silhouette.
My slumber beckons. The Puerto Rican night is my bedroom. I will rise with the sun’s silent alarm. Day will break with the waves.
Puerto Rican Seas
Moon’s nightlight my comforter
Goodnight kiss by Breeze
My home is built by wanders, a construct without doors
Housed within a country, my garden hedge your shores
Pennies chime in pockets, enriched without possessions
A currency in fables, songs traded for life’s lessons
Poems told for shelter, knowledge found in tales
Backpack on, I chink along, words the wind in sails
Mind to Unbind 