Shifting tides by Navid Amarlou

Beget the simple sorrow

By which morrows dredges subsist

For on each silken wave lies its silver crest

At behest of tide low and high

Beget your simple sorrows

For beyond lies rest between the tide

Though I Shan't swim

For no lack of trying

I peek my head between trenches

To be buried beneath the next cascade

Beget the simple sorrow

It clings to your skin as a weight

Pulling you to its depths

How will I take breath

Focus on the sliver of silver

The rise and fall of breast

if only I could reach its crest

Mortal Requiem of Maladies

I am at your behest

To fall on blade with word

To choke at your request

What sinew clings to arbor

Design of mine own flesh

Tools of Waning Harbor

A Haven to regress

The wood has been stripped

The docks torn Asunder

What meat lay upon those bones

Are of the vultures plunder

Where am I to go

Design stripped of Lumber

Bones stripped of hatch and nail

And heart torn of wonder

Only to beget the simple sorrow

forget what crest lays abreast

To find my peace down under

Navid K. Amarlou is a young, published, Iranian poet and author. His writing style includes themes of human emotion and speculation of human behavior and thought through the lens of existentialism. He is a hopeless romantic and engaged to the love of his life and best friend. His hobbies include reading, writing, loving his kitty, and thinking too much.