Skull and crossbones

Where is the sand and seashells I love so much? Where are the salt crystals that sparkle in the sun?
The depth of my thoughts drag me thru the ocean floor. Plowing thru sludge and mud I struggle along. I know far above is the euphoric zone, but I have sank to the
bottom...

Skull and crossbones

I’m bathing in darkness seem to be alone.
Temporary madness is taking a toll.
Hoping that the currents push me along
towards an ocean volcano before the explosion...

Send me to the twilight... warm me up in the sun, the strength of hidden energies inside my inmortal soul.

 

Flor,
at some point we all feel cold and alone, but sooner or later life returns to normal…. My friend, I love your poem, mainly because I long for the who am I stuff that everyone else takes for granted....wow, little glimmers of the past always come with flashes from poetic thoughts, or musical memories.

Deep and awesome poem,

saludos,
fidel guerra.

 

Extraordinary, simply extraordinary, dear friend and poet "Flor de agosto". I could not expect less
from your poetic work.

My admiration and congratulations.

Another great and respectful hug,

Ulpiano

 

I truly appreciate your visit and comment. It is my honor!
Thank you!

 

Thank you so much Fidel! Extremely grateful...
Violeta

 

Flor,
your writing sent a nostalgic, but wonderful message. I was honored to read it.
Thank you again for sharing your poem over a cup of coffee…meaning, mientras yo lo leía.

Fidel.

 

It sounds like a song!!!

Really good. Although it has profound descriptions you get a rythm and light between lines.

 

Thank you Silveriddragon!!
I appreciate your comments!!