Caribe Canticle
Warm, blue, Islands in The Stream
Immersed in your sweet bosom
I drift, slow, to your cool depths
Shimmering coral towers ...
Surround me like Heaven's spires
I reach for ropes of sunlight ...
And swallow my last ... wet ... breath.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Sevenbits" Poetry Contest, Nette Onclaud, Judge & Sponsor. ( Islands in The Stream = Caribbean Isles )
~ 10th Place ~ in the "An October Premiere Contest" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
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