Poetic nature test/game

[princealbertofb]

the tossed broken bones
rest hither and yon
dispelled in the salty brine

[Mr. Not So Lonely]

ocean polluted with decaying flesh
run away fast

[princealbertofb]

would it be that sea creatures flesh eat?
cleaning the ocean from decaying meat?

[Mr. Not So Lonely]

It cannot be seen cannot be felt
cannot be heard cannot be smelt.

[princealbertofb]

mistery unfolds its long tentacles
the pieces of skull covered in barnacles

[Mr. Not So Lonely]

sediment and garbage covers all
and they are gone forgotten

[princealbertofb]

until the earth from its entrails
blasts a volcano, lava spurts, sails

[Sil]

It cannot be seen cannot be felt
cannot be heard cannot be smelt.

(hate to be a dick but this is Tolkien, from Bilbo's first encounter and riddle with Gollum...)


tumultuos it seemed to me,
whilst clinging to my revelry,
these islands born from molten earth

[princealbertofb]

bearing palms and swaying trunks
wishfully thinking of some hunks
dribbling on the wistful sand
sand and sweat mixed on my hand

[Mr. Not So Lonely]

Paradise realized