I walked with my muse last night, drowsy but awake, eager to see where she takes me. She took me into the land full of ethereal beauty, brimming with spiritual silence – an offer to look within, to forgive.
An Etheree is a type of poem which consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. So it is called a double Etheree.
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Light lived in the cave of hope Carved by an unknown Artist, This cave promised luck.
Only those who dared to dream beyond destiny Could enter this cave. A cave that proclaimed: “Take what you need.”
Ha! I scoffed at the choices: Love? I’ve always had enough. Hope? My oldest pal. Passion? I don’t need it now. Courage? Well, who can doubt my grit? Happiness? Can you keep it? Money? I have enough. Luck –that’s what made me stagger.
I knew it was a fake promise. I knew luck was a deluder, a temerous traitor Yet the allure clutched my hand. “Take what you need,” reverberated.
She stands alone, oblivious of her surroundings Untouched by the waves striking at her feet, Her gray robes drenched in melancholy.
I stand in the cabana and watch Is this me? I doubt it! I was full of life, I loved the beach, The waves filled my heart, each one brought new joy I could hold the sea breeze in my hands I could hear the call of serenity Dusk or dawn, rain or shine, the ocean spoke to me.