In Your Ruins
I'm lost at sea and weary
So tossed upon the tides
Aged sinews and I'm leery
Of threats this reef abides
And yet there is a comfort
Within the gorging breaks
To run aground
And wash up
In your
Ruins ...
Forsaken midst the desert
On sands as hot as stars
I ache for highland heather
The broken rills and scars
And yet I find it's peaceful
Along the plangent dunes
To melt away
And vanish
In your
Ruins ...
Misplaced deep in the jungle
Its beryl bloom and breath
Through labyrinths I bungle
While cheating proper death
Still, I've found contentment
Dwells in that tangled wood
So lay me there
To molder
In your
Ruins ...
Oh ...
How I long
To crumble
In your
Ruins.
* This is a poetic form I created that is called, simply, “FLUSARIAT” - I hope you found it worth your while! *
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Special Any Form, Any Theme, Any Number Of Lines" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "N/A Rerun 2" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
( N/A'd on June 26, 2019 in the "Move Me" Poetry Contest )
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