Sometimes the dark is nothing
They wander along the beach, search
the horizon for ships
or bottles, clear
messages of need carried by
a powerless sea that licks footprints
from the sand under the sun's
copper-beaten glow. I remember
the salt claiming skin, the tightening
of dreams until all that was left
was the breeze in the dark.
2 comments:
You know I'm not a poet, so can't speak to this in terms of technique and all.. but as far as speaking to emotion, you just keep getting better and better. I really like this one, and your "Sometimes Home is Blue".
I love seeing your writing, keep it up!
thank you, dear. *kiss* i appreciate you.
Karen
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