Spread out under the sycamore, feeling droplets
Samba on my chest,
Drenching the sheepskin covering me. I find
Clouds are playing with the sky. Geese playing
hide & seek in Geometric
formations, skirting above the tailwinds.
I'm shivering in the midst of the torrent we're both
facing, running towards a new land. One without
regeneration. Bathing the reincarnated wishes
of long lost.
The ground is mushy, licking
fibers holding me together.
Holding me arms' length away from drowning. Rising
from the war between Zeus and
Faunus, I sense the daydreamer
staring. I snatch his dream
deferred and sowed some for safeguarding.
Going back to which calls me.
This is a beautiful piece of work! The line "The ground is mushy, licking fibers holding me together" is a wonderful image, the word 'licking' makes that line so awesome. The mental of image of "the war between Zeus and Faunus" is epic, it isn't dull-it is powerful. I think that "geese playing" could be switched out for a word like swooping, or gliding.. something with a fuller image than playing. But all in all a good free verse!
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