Search for the Pearl

Always looking for that pearl.

In the crashing waves of a dying high
Burrowed deep within the turtle shell
A somniferous pearl draped in rhythmic pulses
Colors that flash and retreat back to the shadows

A molten hand breaking free from the head
Liberated of thought it is driven by one force
Reaching and grabbing at everything in its sight
The land is picked bare of all sustenance

Solidifying eyes and deprived of a high
The pearl is snatched by the molten hand
Taken away from any reasoning thoughts
The pearl is opened and its blood spilled
Painting the paper in its life force
Spelling out the words, drawing the proper notes

Reviews

[John Morris]

This is a beautiful little poem - the imagery it creates is fantastic - it flows well throughout - i really enjoyed reading this

[Marina]

This is fantastic.
You're a fantastic writer.

I love the images put in my head.
You're poems are great. . .awsome detail.
I love this one, especcially.

Great write!

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