End of the moon - Waters part 2 (or Mermaid distant from breath)

[Katray]

As a shell shattered on shore
mine essence is separate from lore.
dreams bled till there is nothing but this
- mirror of seas breathing yesterday's bliss.
A master in his hour lilts
faraway, lost be the core, earth tilts
beneath tides foretold
by weight of waters rushing their majesty through depths drowning cold

tears of the sea I long to follow
inhale, imbue brine and salt, sorrow
- swallow
where is the air, why can I not weep -
sands hollow are stairways fallen, upon stone the morrow

once dared to leap.

A Master in his hour,
he holds the power

of my exhale.


(wishing to extend a heartfelt Thank you for the warm welcome I have received on this forum. Please bear with me as I learn my way around here and if I don't respond swiftly to comments or messages, it's because for me, like all humans, time is in a toothpaste kind of squeeze or something like that, lol. I do hope to eventually catch up.)

[grant hayes]

What lush use of language, Katray.

I particularly like this:

'A master in his hour lilts
faraway, lost be the core, earth tilts
beneath tides foretold
by weight of waters rushing their majesty through depths drowning cold'

Lyrical, enigmatic, very musical. The rhyme is well handled. Great use of assonance - one of my favourite poetic things. Wow.

[Katray]

Thank you most kindly, Grant, really appreciate your assessment.

[MHenry]

Hi, Katray, This is a beautiful piece. You are a true poet. The lines grant quotes are lyrical and enigmatic, as he points out, as is the entire piece. A romantic, longing theme, drawing the reader into your world with a dizzying siren song. Congratulations on another fine work of art.

[Katray]

Thank you so much, MHenry, you made my day!

[Robert Wendt]

I truly enjoy everything you write Katray.

[DWAYNE]

Such well crafted lines!