Batch of five

Posted on by Marco

51.

I call you out

Your skin is thin

I fold myself onto you

The sun rises

I am translucent

52.

Lost in each other’s eyes

she keeps me waiting, dang-e-ling.

But I want it now.

53.

Shimmering shadows of whispering trees

tickle her eyes this easing ‪morning.

Yet, cruel time arcs forward.

54.

See flowers with their

ephemeral beauty fold time.

Coloured breathing space.

55.

The eaten Isle

Folds ripple the cliff

Water eats away the land.

On this island’s view.

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Marco G. Casteleijn grew up in a small town in the Netherland, and a good way to escape was to read. He has been writing short stories and poetry since high school and continues to do so. In addition, Marco has published several academic peer reviewed articles in respectable journals and is currently working on his lyric sequence “My Opaque Dreams" and a SciFi novel. Marco is currently working as a Senior Researcher at VTT in Finland where he resides with his heroic wife and three magical children.