Poem: Bottled

Written by Raya Tamar

Bottled ship wrecks, fast in place.

Perfect, curved glass, embracing a

Misshapen face.

Plans set in stone, cemented

With dust.

A dream.

Vividly real, at a glance.


Savour the moment.

What will clearly be bitter sweet, in retrospect,

proposes itself with a masochistic quest for blissful oblivion.

Knowingly rushing:

On my mirage mission.


Bye bye …  bitter sweet…, before you,


I’ll keep memorized

The way your eyes let me in.

Still keep butterfly photos dancing


As I back away, from

This cardinal sin.



Author: Faith Oneya

Lover of the written and spoken word.

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