Ocean - Collage poem - Pieces from 1984 (George Orwell)

The deep, unconscious current guards

my hopeless human figure from

the continuous plume of silence 

echoing below my floating forearms. 
 

my pure body is tossed in a 

slow, dreamy way. 
 

No spoken word 

pierces the soft 

numb noise 

that motherly comforts my

wariness and unease.


 

A shower of light 

severs the metallic blue surface  

and silently patters onto my born skin 

like childish laughter, and I calm. 


 

A tender piece of memory becomes everlasting 

As the current continues to purely and

gently thrust me farther from reality. 

 

Posted in response to the challenge Beautiful.

Isi Gibson

VT

14 years old

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