This Bitter Wave
As blue waters of March quiver a chime,
Near the paling ledge of Triste's harbor
Where so many stars flicker, quite sublime
On fallen crest…it hurts a whole lot more.
Near the paling ledge of Triste's harbor
I observe the dreamer inside me ache,
On fallen crest…it hurts a whole lot more
To drink, to sip this bitter wave and break.
I observe the dreamer inside me ache,
For this masquerade of glee chafes my soul
To drink, to sip this bitter wave and break;
Recalling my Nana… dug in the knoll.
For this masquerade of glee chafes my soul
Where so many stars flicker, quite sublime
Recalling my Nana… dug in the knoll.
As blue waters of March quiver a chime,
Originally written 11 June 2016
Reposted 3/23/2018
Contest: Laura Loo's Favourite Pantoum
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Inspired by Songs by Sergio Mendes
Waters of March
Triste
So Many Stars
It Hurts A Whole Lot More
The Dreamer
Crystal Illusions
Wave
Nana
Masquerade
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