The poem has some special spacing…difficult to add in “alt space” Through the Depths By C. Oulens Every day, or perhaps every other day Irrespective of whether it's a Tuesday or a Saturday Regardless of a dark-draped night or a silk-skein day Notwithstanding a lazing a musing or a bustling day At some point of time, I stand pointless at the tip of some bay sinking sans gravity Just the one weight - the head; and void sinks in and swells like a torrid tempest in a mouthful of water of some known alien taste Images refuse to surface inside eyes of iron- clad casks The chest — a dead sea — and in it the only thing alive that kicks — tentacled despair. Still, every time, not Just every other time the limbs in nick of time make their presence felt Eyes light up with infinite rainbowed bubbles — Amazement abounds all around in the depths and I stretch my arms and kick my feet back all the way up thrust by buoyancy of the indefatigable the lithe life!
For #PoemsAbout #Gravity, one of my old pieces written sometime in 2024, and featuring on my poet’s page on #sixtyoddpoets on #substack by @zoomburst.substack.com
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