Enticing the freedom of the creviced earth <br />a young woman was fleeing the very <br />confines of her creature, <br />when she fell into the orphic mist of a fjord <br />that led to a blue, blue, ocean. <br /> <br />The seaweed agar, once dried in the sun, <br />provided her vitamins while the lox <br />from a tiny spring fed her minerals. <br /> <br />And within the narrow inlet of rock <br />she kept company with dozens of protected moas <br />whose feathers mimicked the nacreous of the beautiful shells. <br /> <br />Pierced by sadness and paralyzed in sudden oblivion, <br />she began to sharpen her wits & sort out contradiction. <br />Quoining a bed with a type of tinder wedge, <br />she embarked on the belief: there was life after death.<br /><br />s./j. goldner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-wore-watercolors-into-the-ocean/
