In the depths of Mother Ocean
a life exists through fallen dreams
flushings from the toilet bowl
amassed together at the seams.
Lovers lost (there's more fish in the sea)
moths deemed ugly, a kitchen burn
wise owls' words wasted in water
swimming memories twist and turn
all controlled by a little switch;
click "up" for power from above
and "down," well-- self will's intent.
Why not join in this Sea of Love
and accept things as they are?
Trees dig through dirt to see the sky,
they're not victims of choices past
only scars in Mother Ocean's eye.
@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: Ostensible Truth/ surrealism; Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
