Ocean rattle.

Mesmerized by ocean’s rattle,
I curl the thorns of the lily
into the sway of red craters,
cracked fossils;

the possibility
that unearths into a single
bloodline, staved in winter’s digits;
I’ve cried for shadows of
father’s uproots, whilst
he remembers Mother Nature’s
fare.

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Written for the dVerse prompt: Scribble us a poem of possibility using just 44 words, including some form of the word possible.


7 thoughts on “Ocean rattle.

    1. Thank you, Smita. It’s nice to see you here at the Nexus! 😀

      Now as for that line–“I’ve cried for shadows of
      father’s uproots” I wanted to write a poem about the different dynamics of families and the ancestry that follows in mental and physical patterns. In this line, the narrator is grieving what haunted their father and they worry that it will follow them. This is referenced with the final line of the piece in connection to the pain either intentionally or unintentionally that our relatives can cause to us or others.

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