Oscar_Locke

Australia

these are my letters
to myself.

Message from Writer

sometimes i think i shape the words.
sometimes i think they shape me.

winter

January 28, 2019

FREE WRITING

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the birds scout the lake like the winds scout the sea;
over, across, smoothing out the surface;

craftsmen of the wing, they slide it underneath;
shave off the waves, with sandpaper and stone;

take the water, uncut and streaked, and melt it down to mercury --
quicksilver in the moonlight, drawn by rivers and spider string;

taunt and flexed, the lake’s surface, a mirror of dusk’s stare.
they will bring change again, heavy on their wings,

breaking frost by beak.
 
exploring winter without any cliche, idk :P

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3 Comments
  • acrosstheskysky

    oh i love this! it's so beautiful wow!!


    almost 2 years ago
  • Oscar_Locke

    @RNE thank you so much!


    almost 2 years ago
  • RNE

    damn..i love your poetry!!


    almost 2 years ago