AN: Another poem. I actually wrote this less than five minutes after "No Tears," but I didn't feel this one held as much depth. -- I re-read it now and realize there is so much wrong with it. D ugh. But hey, it's not bad for a second attempt at poetry. Although I can only do free verse... I am actually only posting this for Cataclysmic Eclipse, because she has so kindly asked to read it. 3 But if anyone else reads it, that would be so lovely
Disclaimer: I'm not sure if I need it, since I don't use names, but just in case: I DO NOT OWN TALES OF SYMPHONIA. Or Kratos. Or Lloyd. If I DID, then Kratos would be playable in THE SEQUEL! XD ahem Anyway...
Enjoy my first attempt at sort of oyako.
First Ocean
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The mist tickles,
Floating in the air
In a spray of life.
Arms full of warm flesh,
Squirming within the familiar grasp.
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The water tickles
The toes barely grazing the surface.
Alabaster skin
Held by rough hands
Weathered by labor.
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The sun reflects
From the shimmering surface
And the world spins and waves
Before coming to a Stop.
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The water is cold,
Blanketing the infant
To his navel.
Ripples flow out in rings,
Unending rings,
And they are a pretty sight.
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The water splashes
Around the small child
Slapping the surface
And watching the spray
With young, wide eyes.
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Gentle eyes watch,
And they squint
In the air so full of salt and mist and life.
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And all the sins of the past are washed away,
Everything is washed away
With the tide.
All that remains is a father,
His son,
The laughing child,
And his first ocean.
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Please review! D
